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Hina takes the opportunity of a weekend trip to her friend’s dairy farm to explore more facets of her evolving sexuality.

Amanda Likes Japanese Girls, Part 4

by Vincent

“Look. You made the school newspaper,” Amanda showed Hina the sports page as they sat next to each other on a bus heading up I-39. They were going to spend Memorial Day weekend at Amanda’s family’s dairy farm near Dakota. The headline said, “Cute coed brings luck to Badgers softball team.” The full color picture showed Hina blowing a kiss to Emily in the on deck circle. “I think I can even see your red panties.”

“Oh, no you can’t. Let me see.” Hina grabbed the paper from Amanda, “Well, maybe a little.”

“That’s it for you now,” Amanda teased, “Every team will want you to show up to their games in a tiny dress, flashing your panties and blowing kisses.”

“I should probably charge for that.”

“I’m sure you’d make quite a lot. I’m still sleepy. We got up way too early this morning.”

“Yes, and my pussy is sore.”

“I bet it is, after what happened to you last night. Later I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

“Thank you. You are too good to me.”

They still an hour to go. Amanda put her head against the window and Hina put her head in Amanda’s lap and they both tried to sleep.

Amanda’s youngest brother Ray picked them up at the bus station. Hina was surprised and a little nervous that a boy of 16 would be driving, and a big pickup at that. They made Hina sit in the middle. Both girls noticed that the boy seemed a little fidgety and kept stealing glances at Hina’s bare legs.

“Don’t mind my brother,” Amanda said, “He’s just an idiot.”

After 20 minutes they arrived at the house. It was a two story white house with green shutters and long sloping roofs. A large covered porch went across the entire front of the house. There was a small forest on one side and open pasture on the other into the distance. Hina was visibly delighted by the bucolic scenery.

“This is your house!?” Hina said, “It’s like from a story. It’s so beautiful and big. Did you grow up here?”

“It’s been in the family for three generations,” Ray said, “We do work on it from time to time.”

“Where are the cows?” Ray and Amanda both laughed.

“Did you expect they’d be sitting around on the porch? Sipping tea?” Amanda joked.

“See that big building over there,” Ray said, “That’s the milk house. Most of the girls are in the pasture on the other side.”

When they pulled up Amanda’s parents came out to greet them. There were introductions and hugs all around.

“You are just adorable, aren’t you,” Mom said to Amanda’s petite friend, “Come in. Ray, take Hina’s bag to the guest room.” Hina hid her disappointment she’d be sleeping apart from her friend, and wondered if it could be rectified. They sat in the living room and chatted about school life and things on the farm.

“How many cows do you have?” Hina asked.

“About 80,” Amanda said.

“That would be about 83 now. We’ve had three calves since you were here last.” Dad said.

“Baby cows!” Hina squealed, “How cute. Can I see them?”

“Sure. Amanda can take you later.”

“We’re going to eat about 7. Why don’t you girls get settled in and you can show your friend around,” Mom said.

“Where is Max?” Amanda asked.

“Your brother is moving a herd to the north pasture. He’ll be back by supper,” Dad said. The girls went to Amanda’s bedroom.

“Are all of these yours?” The shelf was full of trophies, about 20, with figures of softball and basketball players on top.

“They give those out like candy. Max just throws his away.” She was being modest. She loved her trophies.

“And these pictures are you?” There were pictures of a young Amanda standing next to cows or holding rabbits with blue ribbons attached. “You are so cute.”

“Yes. Those are from 4-H club. All the kids do it around here.”

“You must have had such an exciting childhood.”

“Every kid thinks their childhood is normal, until they grow up. Then they all realize it was fucked up.”

“I guess so.” Hina leaped on Amanda’s bed and rolled around. “This is nice. I want to sleep here. I don’t want to sleep in the guest room”

“I suppose I could sleep in the guest room.”

“Nooo! I don’t want to sleep by myself. I want to sleep here with you.”

Amanda jumped on top of Hina and they started to giggle. “I don’t trust you to be quiet.” Hina held her breath and puffed out her cheeks. Amanda held Hina down by the wrists and lowered her mouth onto hers. Their lips and tongues mingled together, celebrating the excitement of their weekend adventure together. She released one wrist and slid her free hand under Hina’s shirt. She rubbed her tummy then cupped her breast and gently squeezed.

“I wanted to milk a cow, not get milked myself,” Hina said. With her free hand she stroked Amanda hair. Before things could go further there was a knock on the door. Amanda jumped up and opened the door. Ray peered in and saw Hina lying on the bed with her skirt around her waist and her shirt half way up her stomach. She quickly straightened her clothes.

“Mom wants to know if there’s anything your friend can’t eat.” Amanda looked at Hina.

“Shirako, but I’m sure you don’t have any of that.”

“What’s that?” Ray asked.

“Fish sperm,” she stated bluntly. Ray was taken aback by the cheekiness of his sister’s friend, and didn’t know if he should believe her, but it peaked his interest in the girl even more.

“Just tell her anything is ok,” Amanda said

“Sorry to bother you. I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing,” Ray said. Amanda shut the door on him.

“Does your family know about you?” Hina asked.

“About being a lesbian? I’ve never told them straight out, but I’ve brought home more girls than guys.”

“So you have other girlfriends?”

“Not now.”

“And you’ve had boyfriends?”

“I dated a couple of guys before.”

“Did you have sex with them?”

“Just one, in high school.”

“I think I should be jealous. How was it, to have a cock inside you?”

“I have mixed feelings about it. I liked the cock. I didn’t like the guy.”

“So you would like it if I had a cock?”

“You ask way too many questions.” Amanda jumped back on top of her and they continued their petting. After a few minutes they took a break.

“Can you show me your farm?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

“Will you dress me up like a farm girl? Like in your pictures?” Amanda thought it was a fun idea.

“I’ll see what I have.” Amanda dug in her closet and pulled out a box. “These are some of my clothes from junior high school. If they’re too big I’ll see if I have anything from kindergarten.” Hina threw a pillow at her. Amanda tossed a pair of cutoff jeans on the bed, an old sports bra and a plaid shirt. “This should do it. First the hair.” She braided her friend’s hair into pig tails and secured the ends with rubber bands. “There you go, farm girl style. Now stand up.” She lifted off her shirt and bra, pulled down her skirt and left her standing in just her pink cotton panties. She stood back and took in this vision of Asian cuteness. Amanda suddenly had an overwhelming feeling of affection and desire for this sweet and naughty girl who had come into her life. She got a lump in her throat and almost choked on her words.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Hina said as if they had been in love for years. They couldn’t smile big enough at each other. She put her hands under Hina’s ass and lifted the smaller girl. Hina wrapped her arms around Amanda’s neck and her legs around her waist. They closed their eyes and pressed their lips and bodies together. Amanda carried her to the bed and lay her down. She kissed her lover’s neck, chest and stomach. When she reached her panties she slowly pulled them down to make way for more kisses. Hina felt her body was sensitive to Amanda’s lips; every place she kissed sent a tingle of pleasure into her pussy. Amanda guided her tongue down to the slit of Hina’s delicate pussy and forced it into the opening. She used her lips to make suction, drew her clitoris into her mouth and began flicking it with her tongue. Hina loved it. Amanda took such joy in providing ecstasy to her friend, it was making her wet. She reached into her own pants and fingered her pussy. Hina breathed deeply as she neared her orgasm, her body grew tense and her ass lifted off the bed. The spasms began shooting waves of delight through her body. Amanda felt Hina’s pussy contracting on her tongue causing her to orgasm, too. The girls quietly moaned in unison until the pleasure subsided. Ray stopped listening with his ear against the door and silently walked away. He went to his bedroom to deal with his erection. They lay on the bed together for a few minutes petting each other, enjoying the intimacy.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Amanda said, getting up from the bed. Hina loved the fact that she was wearing her old clothes. The bottom of Hina’s ass peeked out from under the cutoff jeans, the sports bra was a good fit, but the shirt was too big. Amanda buttoned it half way down then gathered the lower half and tied it at Hina’s navel. Sneakers completed the outfit. Hina looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked darling.

“Ok, I’m ready to meet the cows.”

“Cute, but let’s sneak you out here. My mother would have a fit if she saw you like this.” The girls quietly descended the stairs and went out the front door. “Don’t let Max see her like that, he’ll go crazy,” they heard Amanda’s mother call out just as they left the house. The girls giggled.

It took ten minutes to walk from the house to the milking barn. Hina was amazed at how much open space there was on the farm.

“Is all of this your farm?”

“Yes, this is about half. There’s about a hundred acres here and another hundred or so beyond that line of trees. We are mostly grass fed and we sell all our milk to gourmet butter and cheese makers.”

“Can you drink it?”

“Oh yeah, it’s great, but it has more fat that regular milk.”

There were a few cows in the pen waiting to be milked. The inside didn’t match Hina’s image. “That’s quite a smell.”

“You get used to it. It starts to smell good after a while.”

“I’ll be looking forward to that. There are so many machines and tanks, it looks so complicated.”

“Hey! There’s my favorite sports star,” a man said, walking over to them. She gave Amanda a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi Uncle Pete. This is my friend, Hina. She’s visiting this weekend. Pete is my father’s brother.”

“Younger brother. Welcome to Sutton Farm,” Pete said.

“Can you show Hina how milking works?”

“I’d be delighted.” Pete demonstrated how the cows are hooked up and where the milk goes. Hina thought it was cute that he kept calling the cows “girls.”

“Are there any boy cows on the farm?” Hina asked.

“Not a one. They’re trouble,” Pete said.

“So how do you get the baby cows?”

“We do it ourselves,” Hina suddenly had an image of Pete fucking a cow. “We buy bull semen and inject it into the cow.”

“Do you ever milk by hand?”

“No, that would be way too much work. Machines are much faster.”

“Hina wanted to try milking a cow,” Amanda said.

“Oh sure, you can do that. Max is out back. He can set you up.” The girls left to find Max.

Hina noticed there were many cats lazing about, “I love cats.”

“They keep the mice under control.” Amanda spotted her brother, “Max!” The siblings hugged. “This is my friend Hina. We live in the same dorm. She wanted to come see a real dairy farm.” Max tried to keep his instant infatuation with the small cute Asian girl under control, but the feeling was mutual. Hina felt something stir inside her at the sight of the muscular young man.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said very politely. Max had the same blond hair as Amanda, and Hina noticed the resemblance. She thought he was very handsome, the male equivalent of Amanda. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his chest and arms.

“Hina wants to try her hand at milking,” Amanda said.

“Sure. We have some in the pen that need milking. Come with me,” Max was eager to please the cute visitor. Hina followed Max and Amanda went to talk to her uncle about something.

Max brought a cow into the hay barn and set up for milking. He kept stealing glances at her smooth legs, and her ass leaking out the bottom of her shorts. “Sit here; let me show you how to do it.” Hina sat on the front half of the milking stool and Max sat behind her. He scooted his crotch against her ass.

“You have to squeeze like this,” he put his arms around Hina, grabbed her hands and placed them on the teats. He squeezed her hands around the teats to demonstrate the proper motion. Hina had trouble concentrating. She felt overwhelmed by the situation. She was nestled against Max’s hard chest with his strong arms pinned against her shoulders, his lips right next to her ear. She felt the contrast of the bare skin of her thighs pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans, and she tingled all over her body. She felt vulnerable, overpowered, at a word she would willingly submit to his will. If he turned her around and kissed her she would be helpless to resist. If he told her remove her clothes and take his cock she would do so willingly, she secretly wished he would. She wondered how it would feel if he held her like this, both of them naked, and felt herself getting wet. She wanted to be taken by him.

“Enjoying the lesson, are we?” Amanda had come up behind them undetected, “I hope you are being a gentleman, Max.” Max stood up and let Hina take over by herself. Amanda noticed his large erection pressing through his jeans.

“She’s doing very well,” Max said.

“And so are you, apparently.” Amanda knelt down to examine the small amount of milk that had accumulated in the bucket.

“I see you’ve been hard at work,” Amanda said. Max went to the other side of the cow and knelt down, too, but he wanted to examine something different. He had the perfect view between Hina’s spread open legs.

“Try to grip a little harder,” he said to cover his real intentions. The tiny shorts did nothing to hide her panties. Max could see the delicate creamy skin of her inner thigh, how the skin turned dark as it peeked from under her panties, and how the fabric formed over the contour of her vulva. His arousal went into overdrive when noticed a wet spot at the opening of her pussy. Hina could tell what Max was up to and she pushed her legs a little wider. She pushed her hips forward, pressing the hard seam of her shorts into the crack of her pussy causing her vulva to bulge out the sides. Max was going crazy inside. She thought what it would be like to have him touch her there, to lick her, to be inside her. She could see the outline of his cock growing larger under his jeans. It kept getting bigger and bigger.

“What do you think?” Amanda asked. Hina had to recover her thoughts.

“It’s harder than it looks,” she answered while staring at Max’s cock.

“Yeah, it’s pretty hard,” Max confirmed.

“It time to get cleaned up for dinner,” Amanda said, “let’s put that milk in a bottle for you, and put Max into a cold shower.” Hina and Amanda poured the milk in a bottle and Max led the cow away.

They snuck Hina back into the house. They showered and put on appropriate clothes for dinner. Max arrived after everyone was already seated at the table. Pete’s family was also there to celebrate Amanda’s return. Hina was astounded by the amount of food on the table. There seemed to be 20 different dishes, beef, chicken, potatoes, vegetables, biscuits.

“Do you always eat like this?” Hina asked.

“Amanda said you were a big eater,” Dad said. He was the one most amused by his joke.

“Not usually, dear,” mom said, “We have everybody here, so it’s kind of a celebration.”

“It seems like meals around here keep getting smaller every year,” Dad said.

“Then why does your waistline keep growing?” Max quipped. Everybody ignored him.

“Amanda left and this fall Max is going too,” Dad said, “Pretty soon it’ll be Ray’s turn.”

“And then it’s nothing but carrot sticks for you,” Max said.

“You know you can go eat out on the porch,” Dad said to Max.

“So you are coming to the University of Wisconsin, too?” Hina asked.

“I got a scholarship for baseball,” Max said, “I wanted to play football, but I’m too small.”

“I’d rather you didn’t get killed,” Mom added.

“You seem so big to me,” Hina said. Max blushed, everybody chuckled his embarrassment.

“It just seems that way from your perspective,” Pete said.

The eating and conversation went on past when everybody was full. People began to relocate to other parts of the house. Mom asked Amanda to help with the dishes. Hina offered to help, but was refused.

“Hina, can I show you something?” Max asked. He led Hina out to the porch. The late evening light was slowly fading from the sky. “This’ll just take a minute.” He led Hina around the side of the house to a covered garage. He threw back the tarp covering a car. Hina had no idea what she was looking at. Max was a little deflated the girl wasn’t gushing, but he was determined to impress her.

“This is my ’72 Chevy Camaro Z28. I’ve been fixing it up for two years. When I got it, it was a piece of junk. Now look at it.”

“It’s beautiful.” Hina was trying to be nice.

“I’m going to drive it down to Madison when I go to school this fall.”

“That’s wonderful.” She assumed that was a big thing.

“I’ll take you for a drive in it if you like.”

“Thank you. Maybe some other time.” The car was the least thing about Max she was interested in. “Why don’t we take a walk instead?”

She let Max take her hand and they walked down through the small woods past the house. Max was glad it was dark, so Hina wouldn’t see that his cock was already hard.

“I saw your picture in the paper today,” Max said.

“You get the school paper up here?”

“No. I saw it on line. You look really cute in that red dress.”

“Thank you.”

“Maybe you can come blow kisses at my baseball game next year.”

“Sure. I’ll blow them extra hard.” Hina blew a kiss right in Max’s face.

“I enjoyed showing you how to milk today. You were very good, for a beginner.”

“I enjoyed showing you, too.”

“Showing me what?” Max was confused.

“I don’t know. What did you see?” Now Max was grateful the darkness hid his blushing. He tried to stammer out an apology for several seconds. Hina just giggled. “That’s ok. As I said, I enjoyed it.” Max’s erection was becoming uncomfortable in his jeans.

They reached a pond and walked to the end of a small dock and faced each other. A rising moon reflected off the water, casting everything in shimmering purple light.

“When you had your arms around me today I felt all tingly inside.”

“I hope that was a good thing. My heart was beating so fast.”

“Would you do it again?”

Max put his hands on Hina’s shoulders and drew her towards him. She put her hands under Max’s shirt and felt the contour of his abdominal and chest muscles. A small “wow” slipped from her lips. She looked up into his eyes.

“Are you tingling?” he asked.

“Like crazy.” He leaned forward to kiss her soft mouth; she stood on her tip toes to press harder against his lips. All their sexual tensions in an instant turned to joy. They separated and looked at each other for a moment. “That was good,” she said. They both smiled and returned to kissing. Their lips and tongues meshed in a flood of passion released. Hina was anxious to feel dominated by this winsome young man; she wanted his hands on her body.

The small Asian girl wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his, her ear against his chest, her soft breasts against his hard stomach. Max slid his hands down the back of her skirt, inside her panties and squeezed one cheek in each hand while pulling her flush against his hips. His hand slid down between her thighs and his fingers found her vulva. Hina moaned softly as his fingers explored her wet pussy. She felt something hard pushing into her stomach. She reached around and felt the shape of his rock hard cock through the denim. She traced the shape with her fingers; it was more than two of her hands long, and thick.

“Can I see it?” she asked. Of course he answered yes. She stepped back and unfastened the top button of his jeans. On her knees she quickly kissed the shape of his cock bulging through the fabric, then slowly unzipped the fly. She reached her hands inside to guide his pants over his ass and peeled them down to his knees. She leaned forward and gently bit his cock several times through his underwear. Then she grabbed the elastic band and eased it down. First, a short curly bush of pubic hair, then the shaft, long and pale in the moonlight, finally she reached the head. It popped straight out after being released and almost hit Hina in the face. She grabbed the member in one hand and ran her lips and tongue up and down the shaft. She licked around his scrotum and tried to form her lips around his balls. Hina thought her new toy was wonderful and very exciting. She had never touched a cock before, let alone given a blow job. She just did what inspired her. She enjoyed this tremendously; she felt herself working into a frenzy of desire and knew she was getting very wet. She had no idea how this thing would fit inside her, but she knew she wanted it. She had images of him coming inside her pussy, filling it with his semen, and it made her crazy.

She licked up to the head and tried to fit in her mouth. The pink helmet barely fit inside. She created suction with her lips and swirled her tongue around the engorged head. She stroked the shaft with her hand. Max was moaning louder. He ran his fingers through Hina’s hair. He thought she must have had a lot of experience to be doing such a great job. His pleasure grew until he couldn’t hold on any longer. He yelled, “Oh, god,” as he lost control and pumped waves of cum into Hina’s mouth. Hina was surprised by the sudden treat and fell back on her ass. Max’s wild contractions caused him to stumble, get tangled in his pants, lose his balance and fall backwards into the pond with a big splash. Hina sat on the dock, skirt up around her waist with semen running down her face and shirt. She couldn’t stop laughing.

Max climbed out soaking wet, and Hina cleaned herself up with Max’s shirt. “I think we’d better go back,” Hina said.

End of part 4

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The harem has a naughty audience watching their fun.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem

Part Twelve: The Harem’s Naughty Audience

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Evening Camp

Zanyia – Southern Forest Road, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

I glanced at the forest’s edge that started fifty feet from the road. An owl’s hoot drifted out of the dark trees. Twilight beset the world. My tail swished. The last time we were in those woods, we all almost died thanks to Keythivak, Zizthithana’s assassin.

Of course, both of them were dead. We killed the naga’s assassin then the serpentine bitch herself!

I turned away from the woods, attracted by the sound of a cooking pot being filled with water. I turned around to the campfire where my Master’s sex slaves all were fussing over the stew pot, including his new one. It was our second day camping since we left Az, heading east, following Princess Ava as she guided us towards the Altar of Souls.

We were getting closer to destroying the dumb amulet and freeing Mistress Kora from the foul Biomancer’s presence.

I padded over to the sex slaves. Carsina frowned at Nathalie and Greta as the pair were unpacking the food and preparing the stew we’d have for dinner. The priestess of Krab furrowed her bluish brow, her bright-red hair tumbling about her cheeks. She just had such a great bit of coloring, so exotic. There was an entire nation of people who looked by her.

Did that mean pale-skinned, blonde women like Greta, Nathalie, and Mistress Kora were exotic in Carsina’s country?

My tail swished as I hugged Carsina from behind. I pressed my near-naked body against her. I wore the leather straps on my magical armor, which I loved even if it meant covering up my naked body and not showing off all my nubile beauty.

“We have to do the cooking every time,” I said, rubbing my cheek against Carsina’s. My left ear brushed her hair, making my ear twitch. “So you better be paying attention.

“Okay,” Carsina said. She shifted from side to side. She glanced across the fire where our owners, and spouses—which always made me shiver in delight when I remembered I was married to my Master—writhed in passion.

Aingeal’s pink butterfly wings fluttered, almost like her wings were used to lift her pussy up and down his cock as she rode him. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she gasped and moaned. Her pink hair danced around her shoulders. Ava bounced on Ealaín’s cock, my Princess-Mistress’s small tits jiggling. She faced away from the aoi si, letting Ealaín enjoy the sight of her cute ass. Between the two couples, Kora danced and swayed to music only she could hear, her pale, tattooed body swaying in such a beautiful way.

The ruby amulet flashed between her round breasts.

The owl’s hoot snapped me out of my contemplation of Mistress Kora’s beauty, her hips swaying from side to side, her eyes closed as she lost herself to her dance, making such beautiful art. My pussy grew so wet. I wiggled against Carsina’s back more as I wrenched my gaze away.

“So pay attention, Carsina,” I said as Nathalie and Greta dumped the food into the stew. “What they’re making will be hearty and yummy.”

My stomach growled.

“And that’s important after a long day of riding,” I added.

Carsina groaned. “I never want to ride a horse again. It’s terrible.”

“Told you,” I said.

“You get used to it,” Greta said. “Mostly.”

Mistress’s Kora’s dance drew my attention again. My nipples hardened against the leather strap of my armor, tingling and throbbing. Little zaps of lightning shot down to my pussy. My snatch clenched. Juices coated my bush. I squeezed my thighs tight, feeling my silky hairs while my tail wiggled faster.

“So, you see how to do it?” I asked. “Because tomorrow night, you’re going to help.”

“Are you going to help tomorrow night?” Nathalie asked, glancing at me.

I grinned at her. “I help every night!”

Nathalie arched a narrow, blonde eyebrow at me. I smiled at her. She was maturing so fast, growing so confident in Master’s harem. She had blossomed. That blushing, eighteen-year-old virgin was devoured by the naughty sex slave before me. She had doffed her fiery armor, looking comfortable being naked before the fire as we camped off the road.

“I do,” I said. “I gave you all such support and love. Like this.”

Carsina gasped as I pulled her down onto her back. Her round breasts jiggled. She stripped naked, too, like a good sex slave. She had dark-red nipples, looking like two ruby gems, thrusting from the sapphire hue of her tits. She was just so gorgeous. She gasped on her back. She squirmed on the ground, her body shifting from side to side.

I threw my leg over her head. I lowered my pussy down to her mouth, my tail thrusting over her body. The newest sex slave gasped as I placed my furred muff right over her face. I looked over my shoulder at the fire where Greta and Nathalie both stared at me.

“See, I’m helping by giving you entertainment while you work,” I said, then gave them a giant grin. My ears fluttered as Carsina’s tongue fluttered through my pussy lips. She licked me, drinking up my juices.

“You are incorrigible, Zanyia,” Greta said, shaking her head, her large breasts swaying before her.

Nathalie rolled her eyes. “You just want to have Carsina lick your pussy.”

“Don’t you want that?” I asked, grinding my pussy on Carsina’s hungry mouth. Her tongue fluttered through my snatch.

Nathalie giggled, shaking her head. “Fine, fine, entertain us.”

“I will!” I proclaimed, my tail swishing back and forth, swiping across Carsina’s breasts.

My furry tail caressed her tits and hard nipples. She moaned into my snatch. Her tongue jammed into my pussy, swirling around. I shuddered, my ears twitching. A purr rose in my throat, a great, rumbling delight.

Carsina grasped my rump. She squeezed my butt-cheeks as she feasted on me. Her tongue stirring through my cunt sent delight rippling through my body. I quivered. My hands grasped my breasts. I squeezed them, my fingers digging into my flesh as my tail caressed her body. I massaged her tits and her stomach, brushing her bush.

Her head moved as she licked me. The wire rims of her glasses brushed my inner thighs. Her tongue danced through my folds. My fingers dug into my fingers. I whimpered as my tail pressed between her thighs.

I found her wet pussy adorned by her bright bush.

“Zanyia!” Carsina moaned into my snatch. She fluttered her tongue through my folds, brushing my clit. “Ooh, that feels so naughty.”

“I know!” I said, rubbing my tail up and down her pussy’s outside, teasing her with my bristling tail.

Her fingers dug and kneaded into my rump her tongue flailing faster and faster through my pussy. Her excitement swelled as I massaged her clit. Her juices coated my tail. I loved it. We were both sharing such wondrous pleasure.

We were brought together by our Master. It was an amazing delight. My back arched, my purr swelling in volume. Just thinking that swelled through my snatch. My orgasm built and built as her tongue fluttered through me.

“Ooh, Carsina, that’s so good,” I groaned, my tail flexing and swaying as I caressed her pussy. “We’re going to cum!”

“Yes!” Carsina moaned, her fingers kneading my ass, pulling my snatch tight against her hungry mouth.

Her tongue jammed deep into my cunt. She swirled it around through my depths. Teasing flutters rippled through me. My tail rubbed her cunt faster and faster, her juices soaking my furs. My pleasure grew and grew.

“I’m going to drown you in juices,” I whimpered, my ears twitching. “Ooh, Carsina, lick me right there. You’re so naughty.”

Carsina fluttered her tongue against my nub. She drummed her tongue against my little bud. Every caress sent sparks of pleasure through me. I ground my cunt on her hungry mouth as she drove me towards my orgasm.

My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure tensed my entire body. I let out just a low, rumbling purr as my orgasm burst inside of me. My cunt convulsed. My juices gushed out of me. They squirted into her mouth as the rapture rushed through my body.

My tail twitched and shuddered, grinding against her snatch as I yowled out in delight: “Las’s yummy cum!”

Carsina moaned into my snatch. Her juices flooded around my tail. Her passion sounded so sweet as she joined me in rapture. My small tits jiggled in my groping hands as I writhed atop hers. Stars burst across my mind as they danced through my thoughts.

“So good!” I groaned as my pussy convulsed, sending bliss through my body. “Oh, Carsina, you’re so delicious. Gods, I love riding your face.”

She whimpered into my snatch. Her tongue fluttered through my folds, gathering up my juices, keeping my pleasure flowing through my body for a little bit longer. I drank it in. I savored it. I loved the newest member of the harem.

Then I rolled off of her. I fell down on my back. I gasped and shuddered, staring up at the purple sky, stars twinkling out to celebrate my pleasure. I smiled at them, my body twitching. The owl hooted, almost like it, too, was happy that I had such an amazing delight.

Carsina sat up, frowning across the fire, her face drenched in my juices. I arched my head, seeing Aingeal’s back and wings as she rode master, the dark woods beyond her. I bet she wanted to be Aingeal, riding that amazing cock.

“Sven!” Aingeal moaned out in orgasmic delight.

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Kora Falk

My body moved to the music echoing through my mind, my naked body swayed, my hips undulating. My breasts jiggled as I held my arms above my head, my fingers half-curled. My bare feet moved on the trampled grass, the soft curls caressing my toes as my body became living art.

“Oh, that’s so hot to watch, sister dear,” Sven said while Ava and Aingeal fell into a sixty-nine, both eager to lick each other’s pussies clean. Aingeal ended on her back, her pink wings, outlined by black markings, spread out on the ground around her. She wiggled her body, large tits piling into two lush mounds.

Then Ava threw herself on Aingeal, straddling the faerie’s face and then buried her head between Aingeal’s thighs.

“Just so inspiring,” Sven continued, my brother staring up at me with his blue eyes. They reflected back the firelight as he grinned at me. Firelight painted across his muscular chest.

“Mmm, wanting to get your dick wet again?” I asked him, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I felt a bead dribble down my thighs as I danced. I turned, swaying my ass at my brother, watching him over my shoulder as I felt his gaze on my rump. “Need another cunt sliding up and down your dick?”

“Could it be my cunt, Master?” Carsina asked as she scampered around the fire, her face coated in Zanyia’s pussy juices. She stepped over the sixty-nining Ava and Aingeal to fall to her knees before Sven. She grasped his thighs, her round breasts bouncing. Such need shone on her bluish face, her bright-red hair tumbling in mused curls about her eager features. “Please, please, Master!”

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Sven said, staring at her, a teasing smile on his lips. “What do you think, sister dear? Should I let her ride my dick?”

“She’s so eager for it, brother mine,” I said, amusement thick in my voice.

“I am!” Carsina said, staring up at me, her round breasts swaying before me. Her ruby eyes shone through the lenses of her glasses. “Please, Master, I’ll make you feel so good with my pussy.”

My pussy clenched as I whirled around, the amulet bouncing between my tits. I had a hot cunt. And her pleading was just so cute. I shuffled my feet closer to my brother then straddled his face. I felt his eyes staring up at my shaved pussy. My hands slid across my thighs, caressing my smooth skin as I stared at her.

“What do you think, sister dear?” Sven said, his hands grabbing my calves. “Want to watch her ride my cock?”

“I don’t know…” I said. “She is a passionate slave, but… Has she earned it, brother mine?”

“Good point.”

“Please, please, it’s important,” Carsina said.

“Well, why don’t you show me how important it is,” Sven said, his voice thick with amused passion. “Lick my cock clean of all Aingeal’s pussy juices.”

For a moment, annoyance flashed across Carsina’s face, her eyes flicking up. She licked her lips then nodded her head, “Yes, Master.”

She was still adjusting to being a sex slave. She didn’t have to be, though Zanyia talked her into it. She could have come with us and helped get vengeance for her teacher’s death. But she’d agreed to serve, and she had to understand what that meant.

She ducked her head down, grasping his wet cock. Her pink tongue slid up his shaft, gathering Aingeal’s juices off of his girth. Sven groaned as her tongue reached the pinnacle. She flicked around the spongy crown. Then her lips nuzzled on his tip. She engulfed the tip, sucking hard.

Sven groaned. My brother’s hands tightened on my calves. An excited bit of lust shot through me. My cunt was on fire. It ached and throbbed, begging to be pleased by my brother. A new form of dancing shot through my mind.

I sat on my brother’s mouth.

I shuddered at the rough feel of my brother’s stubble on my pussy lips. An incestuous rush shot through me. I whimpered as his thick tongue shot through me. It was incredible. He was just such a treat and my husband now.

All my dreams had come true.

I grinned at Carsina as she bobbed her mouth up and down his dick. Her lips sealed tight, cleaning up Aingeal’s juices. She moaned as she worked her mouth, making my brother groan into my snatch. His tongue flicked and lapped, caressing my folds.

He knew just where to touch me. To inspire my dance. I felt Ealaín’s eyes on me, watching as I wiggled my hips, grinding my shaved vulva on my brother’s stubbly cheeks and lips. It was just such a wondrous experience. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through me.

“Ooh, brother mine, yes!” I whimpered, staring down at Carsina. Her ruby eyes flicked up and down, moving, following something.

My tits.

“You like watching my tits bounce while you suck my brother-husband’s cock?” I asked. Brother-husband! I loved thinking that. Sven and I would be together forever, united with our wondrous family. “Huh? You like that while sucking on his cock, slut?”

Carsina moaned, her bluish cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

“I think she likes it, sister dear,” groaned Sven into my snatch. “Gods, she’s sucking hard. Just so eager for it.”

“She wants to make you cum, brother mine,” I moaned, dancing on his face.

“Yes, she does,” Ealaín purred, her hand stroking her ebony dick wet with Ava’s pussy juices.

I winked at her, lifting my arms over my head. My breasts jiggled and bounced. The amulet swayed between my tits as my brother’s tongue provided the beat to a new, naughty dance. Every flick of his tongue and caress of his whiskers on my juicy vulva made me come closer and closer to erupting.

My moans joined Ava and Aingeal’s muffled pleasure as they feasted on each other’s cum-filled snatches. I shuddered, watching Ava’s rump wiggle, my wife giving me more and more inspiration to perform my art.

Sven’s strong hands grabbed my ass, squeezing my rump as it flexed. I shuddered, my brother’s grip so exciting. His fingers slid into my butt-crack. He didn’t hesitate, just jamming his fingers into my crack, searching for my asshole.

Found it.

“Brother mine!” I howled as his thick finger penetrated my sphincter. A wave of heat washed out of my bowels to my pussy, building my orgasm faster.

I trembled on him, leaning forward. My tits swayed before me, the amulet swinging back and forth. I shuddered, my hands rubbing at his muscular stomach while I watched Carsina bob her mouth faster and faster on my brother’s dick.

She stroked the base as she pleasured him. She made him groan into my snatch. His tongue licked and fluttered faster and faster as he devoured me. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My whimpers rose as I danced faster and faster on him, my bowels clenching on his finger.

“Brother mine!” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! Pater’s big cock and Rithi’s talented fingers.”

“Mmm, just reach your climax on him, Radiant,” groaned Ealaín. “Gods, but your beauty is inspiring.”

“Uh-huh!” Sven groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

My brother jammed a second finger deep into my asshole. My bowels clenched down on him. His lips sucked on my clit at the same moment. My fingernails scratched at his stomach. Pleasure surged through me.

I came on my brother’s hungry mouth.

My pussy convulsed hard. My juices squirted out of me, flooding his mouth. My twin braids of blonde hair swayed and danced about my shoulders. My cunt convulsed and my bowels writhed about his plunging fingers.

He grunted about my clit. His stomach flexed beneath my clawing fingers. Carsina whimpered. Her cheeks bulged and then she gulped, swallowing my brother’s salty cum. I licked my lips in envy of our newest sex slave.

“Swallow all my brother-husband’s jizz!” I howled as my body quivered, the incestuous rapture surging through my body.

My orgasm peaked in me. My eyes fluttered. I squirmed my hips from side to side as I came down from my bliss. My brother lapped through my folds, drinking my cream. He loved it. He loved making me cum, his women cum.

“I love you, brother mine!” I groaned.

Carsina swallowed a final time. Then she ripped her mouth off his dick. She had an eager, even desperate, look in her ruby eyes. “May I fuck you now, Master?”

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Harem’s Naughty Audience

Sven Falk

Kora rolled off of me and landed on her back. She giggled, “Gods, she really wants to have your dick in her cunt, brother mine.”

I glanced at my sister—my wife—and grinned at her, my lips sticky with her juices. “Every woman wants my dick in her.”

“Not Priestess Thea,” Kora said, her blue eyes bright.

“You are never going to forget about her, are you?” I muttered. I gripped Carsina’s ruby hair. I pulled her up my body.

“Nope!” My sister gave me a wicked grin. “You enjoy Carsina’s cunt impaled on your dick.”

“Oh, I will, sister dear,” I said. “Thea didn’t know what she was missing, but Carsina does.”

“I do, Master!” Carsina moaned, grabbing my dick and guiding it to her red-furred muff.

Kora glanced over at Ealaín stroking her girl-dick. My sister-wife licked her lips. Then she beckoned a finger. For a moment, a flare of jealousy shot through me. Once we were done at the Altar of Souls, Ealaín would have my sister all to herself. Our family would be split apart.

I didn’t want to think of the upcoming divorce. I wrenched my head away, focusing instead on Carsina’s red-furred muff caressing my dick. Her bright-ruby pubic hairs engulfed the crown of my dick moments before I felt the kiss of her silky pussy lips.

An owl hooted as she impaled her pussy down my dick.

“Master!” she groaned as her juicy, Valyan snatch engulfed my dick to the hilt.

I groaned at the hot pleasure surging down my shaft at the feel of her. It was incredible to be in a woman’s cunt. My sex slave’s cunt. Zanyia may have bullied her way into being my sex slave, but I enjoyed it now. I savored owning my women.

Her cunt engulfed me to the hilt. She ground her clit into my pubic bone as she leaned over me. Her bluish tits swayed, her ruby nipples bouncing back and forth. They were such inviting tits. I seized them, my thumbs rubbing over her nubs.

“Master!” she groaned, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick. “Oh, Master, yes, yes, we have to cum! So hard! So fast!”

“Then move those hips,” I groaned. “Work that pussy up and down my dick and make it happen!”

“Yes!” she moaned.

As she rose her pussy up my shaft, her cunt clenching hard around my dick. Beside us, Kora gasped as Ealaín rammed her clit-dick deep into my sister-wife’s pussy. I shuddered at their passion while Carsina slammed her cunt down my dick, her tits jiggling in my hand.

Carsina worked her pussy up and down my shaft. Her cunt clung to my cock, massaging it. My dick drank in the friction of her submissive cunt. I pinched her nipples, bringing a squealing moan from her lips while her snatch clenched tighter about my shaft.

“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Work that pussy, slave. Make me cum!”

“I will, Master,” she moaned and then leaned over. She hugged me tight, pressing her tits into my chest. I moved my hands around her waist, grabbing her ass as she rocked on me. “I’m going to drain your balls of all its cum.”

“Good luck with that!” Kora moaned beside us. “My brother has Slata-blessed nuts.”

I grinned at Carsina, her ruby eyes glossy behind her glasses. Her nipples throbbed against my chest as she rocked against me. Her pussy clenched tight on my dick as she whimpered. Then she kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, tasting my sister’s cunt on my lips.

I gripped her ass as she worked her pussy up and down my dick, feeling her muscles flex and pounce. My new sex slave loved my cock. She squeezed and relaxed, swelling the pressure in my balls.

She broke the kiss and nuzzled her mouth into my ear. She nibbled on my lobe then groaned, “Oh, Master, you’re going to flood my pussy, aren’t you?”

“You’ll be dripping for days!” I growled.

Gripping her ass, I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. She gasped, her pussy squeezing down so hard on my dick. I stared into her crimson eyes before I rammed into her hard. I thrust my cock into her, fucking the little priestess-slut with all my passion.

“Krab’s mighty tools!” she moaned, her eyes bulging behind her glasses. “Yes, yes, yes, Master! Ooh, I’m going to cum so hard on this dick. I’m going to milk your cock dry.”

“Pater’s cock!” I growled, eager for that.

My balls smacked into her taint as I pounded her. I braced myself on my elbows. I rammed my dick over and over into her juicy depths. Her flesh clung to me. Her pussy gripped my cock as she shuddered beneath me. Her fingernails clawed my back.

She had strength from working with her hands. She pulled me into her cunt. I groaned, reveling in the delight of her cunt. I drove my dick hard into her. I buried into her over and over. I enjoyed her with all my passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she whimpered. “Oh, Master! Oh, your dick! Mmm, that’s so good! I’m getting closer and closer to cumming! You’re plunging so deep into me!”

“You’re little slut-cunt just wants to milk my dick, doesn’t it, slave?” I growled, staring into her ruby eyes.

Delight shone in them.

Her fingernails clawed my back as she howled, “Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed about my dick.

I made my sex slave cum. Pride surged through me as I pounded her convulsing snatch. I reveled in the rippling of her hot sheath. Her silky flesh massaged my shaft, teasing the sensitive tip. The sensations shot to my balls thwacking into her flesh. They swelled with my cum.

She thrashed beneath me. Her breasts heaved, nipples brushing my chest. Her hands shot up to grip the back of my neck. She pulled me down to her. I held her tight, enjoying her quivering against me. Her breath blew hot across my ears.

“Krab’s mighty tools!” she moaned. “Cum in me, Master! Fire all that jizz in me! I need it! I want it so bad!”

I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, burying my dick deep into her convulsing cunt. Such burning delight filled me. She was incredible. I grunted and groaned, savoring the feel of her writhing about me, milking me.

“Gods, I need your jizz in me, Master!” she moaned. Her lips nibbled on my ears.

“Gods, you are such a slut!” I growled.

“Your slut, Master!”

Her words, combined with her convulsing snatch, shot lust down to the tip of my plunging dick. I groaned as I buried into her. With a growl, I thrust forward and buried to the hilt in her. My cum fired out of my cock and spilled into her snatch.

Her pussy spasmed harder. She milked me. My jizz pumped into her, mighty spurts of spunk that splashed inside her cervix. Her snatch writhed about me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head at the delight spilling through my body.

“Gods damn, what a cunt!” I groaned as my pleasure peaked in me, waves of darkness crossing my vision as the bliss pulsed from my dick and slammed into my mind. “Pater’s mighty cock!”

“Your mighty cock, Master!” she moaned into my ear. “Ooh, Master! I love it!”

A hooting owl punctuated our passion.

She stiffened beneath me as her pussy milked out the last drops of cum. “Did you hear that, Master? That owl?”

“Huh?” I groaned, my mind buzzing with rapture.

“It’s identical to a hoot I heard in Az. It’s followed us.”

I froze atop her, a knife slicing through my pleasure.

“It’s the same pattern. No variation to it. The exact same three hoots with the same cadence and rhythm. No natural animal is so consistent.”

Hoot-hoot-hoot.

I frowned. I had been hearing hooting since… since for a while now. I just… ignored it. Owls hoot. My eyes flicked to the forest. A shape perched in the trees, watching us the way an owl would, eyes reflecting back the cook fire.

I rolled off of Carsina to my equipment, snagged a dagger, and rose in a smooth motion. The shape spread wings as my knife flashed through the air. The branch shook. The owl launched itself into the air and—

My weapon struck home, timed right. The creature tumbled to the ground.

“What?” Ealaín gasped, lifting herself up from my sister’s embrace as I rose. “Sven?”

“My husband?” Aingeal asked.

“I got the thing,” I said, grinning. I drew another dagger and advanced naked to the twitching creature.

Carsina padded behind me. Then Ealaín appeared at my side. She gripped her war ax. Though we had our magical armors and the weapons they created, we kept our mundane arms around. Just in case.

The thing I hit spasmed on the ground. Feathers drifted around it. The thing was shedding them as it died. Black ichor bubbled around my dagger’s hilt. I stopped several feet away, studying the thing. It was small, sickly and bent, its flesh stony like the grotesque off a building come to life. It wasn’t natural.

“One of the Biomancer’s vermin,” Ealaín said. She knelt, peering closer at it.

“What’s going on, brother mine?” Kora asked.

“We’re being followed,” I growled.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Journey East

Ealaín

“Followed?” my charge gasped.

“What’s going on, Master?” Nathalie asked. Her voice lacked the normal fear. Since the fight, she had shed a degree of her timidity. She had discovered her strength thanks to Rubyforged, her armor.

“One of the Biomancer’s things has been following us,” Sven said. He knelt and nudged the dead creature with his knife. “For days. Since Az.”

“Longer,” I said, shaking my head. “I remember hearing owls after we exited from Faerie and while traveling through the woods. I didn’t think anything of hearing those hoots.”

“Carsina says it hooted the same way every time, no variation,” Sven said. He straightened, staring out at the woods, arms folded across his bare chest.

“It was,” Kora gasped. “I just thought owls hooted the same. I didn’t even think it was the same one, just… It was waiting for us when we emerged from the ring?”

“It tracked us there, probably with Keythivak,” said Zanyia.

“If the Paragon was tracking us that long, why did the Biomancer’s vermin waited so long to attack us?” Sven asked. “You saw what they did at Az. If it wasn’t for the armor we found there, they would have killed us.”

“Most likely,” I agreed. “Perhaps it took time for the Paragon to gather those monsters.”

“Why would the Paragon use Zizthithana at all?” asked Ava.

“Zizthithana figured out how to find the amulet,” said Zanyia. “I bet she held back where she found it. Used it to negotiate. Then, when Master interfered, the Paragon took time to gather her foul compatriots. I bet they were scattered across the world. If they were all in one place…”

“Yes, they’d be hunted down by those new knightly orders cropping up,” said Kora, her hand grasping the amulet. “I can’t wait until we destroy this.”

I swallowed, glancing at Sven. His jaw tightened.

I glanced back at my charge, at the amulet. The ruby seemed so dark now, an empty void gripped by her pale fingers. I shifted and said, “I feel like we’re missing something important. There is something about this that makes little sense.

“Doesn’t matter,” Zanyia said. “We’ll reach the Altar of Souls soon. We killed the spy. They can’t track us, and it’s not like they know exactly where we’re going. We don’t even know where we’re going.”

“Just east,” Sven said. His head glanced to the south. Towards Echur and Prince Meinard? “Let’s eat supper and get to sleep. I want us up early. We need to cover more ground. I don’t want to find an ambush set up by Prince Meinard’s soldiers.”

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Princess Ava

The next week passed in a blur of hard traveling. Sven’s concern over my father’s activities set unease in me. I kept checking his study, sinking into my jade beetle proxy I left in the crack in his wall., but he was never there. I’d tried different times of day: early in the morning when I first rose, late in the afternoon, midday, late morning, sunset. I even woke up in the middle of the night to check.

It was empty.

My father wasn’t at Echur. He was out… somewhere. He had to be hunting us. It made me worried as we left behind the Forest of Lhes and rode through the farmland of Eastern Kivoneth. The Despeir Mountains reared up on the horizon, daggers thrusting in the sky.

The fence separating our civilized lands from the cruel domain of the nagas.

My stomach grew tighter as the stress mounted. Where was my father? At every crossroad I expected ambush. I kept turning around to look behind us to see if any great clouds of dust hazed the horizon, announcing a large column of soldiers in pursuit. He had the troops, soldiers manpower so long as he ignored the western front where his armies were in rout.

The hammer kept leading us east. I had claimed possession of it from Carsina as we entered the easternmost lands. The hammer pulsed more and more. It trembled, growing closer and closer to where it yearned to be. It was created to work the Altar of Souls, to forge powerful artifacts at the hands of the God of Crafts.

And now it was in my hands.

At night, I slept with it cradled to my breasts. It filled my dreams with strange images of the muscular god working, crafting all the artifacts of the gods: Grimsilence, the Tourmaline Mask, Heart’s Key, Balance, and even High King Peter’s famed sword with which he conquered everything west of the Despeir Mountains, uniting them beneath his High Kingdom.

A mad feat my father ached to repeat.

The hammer sang to me. It longed to be home. I made me push Sven to keep us riding hard and long. To take as little breaks as possible. We were all tired, but we were coming closer and closer to ending this. To destroying the Biomancer Vebrin’s soul.

What a wonderful treat that would be. To end his villainy once and for all. He would not get a second chance to populate the world with those abominations like the ones who attacked us. Or the thing that followed us pretending to be an owl.

So far, we’d found no new creatures tailing us.

I wasn’t the only one who often rode in silence. Ealaín didn’t speak much, her eyes distant, her mind working on her theory that we were missing something important. The Paragon’s behavior made little sense. If she had access to forces more powerful than Zizthithana, why didn’t she dispatch them after us right away.

It was only when we went to the Temple of Krab that the Paragon approached my father. And in a day, her monsters had traveled a distance that would have take a human four or more to cross. They were scared by us entering the temple that they acted precipitously.

But why not just do that from beginning? What held them back before we went to the Temple?

I couldn’t think of it. Not with the hammer’s song pulsing through my thoughts. We were coming closer and closer. I could feel it. When we woke up on the tenth day since leaving Az, I could feel we were close.

We would reach it today.

The Despeir Mountains swallowed the horizon as we set out passing the orderly farms. We were a days ride from them. I could even see the pass, the gap between the mountains. Zizthithana’s foul slavers rode through the gap to take prisoners for my father to use to spread his power. The Zeutchians who lived here kept weapons in plane sight, polearms leaning against fences while the men worked the fields, youths perched in makeshift towers looking east.

They feared the slavers. That would end once I ruled Kivoneth. I wouldn’t let the nagas raid my people.

As the day wore on, a hill grew on the horizon. It thrust up from a large plain devoid of any farms. The road ended before we got within miles of it. The hammer drew me towards it. I shuddered. I could feel it. This was it. This was where the Altar of Souls lay. A nervous tremble ran through me as we came closer and closer.

The hammer twitched as the hill grew to swallow the horizon, only the tallest peaks of the Despeir Mountains rearing above it. I felt such majesty pouring off the hill. It concealed something important, something of such power that not even the powerful illusion cloaking it could fully hide.

“Gods damn, but you can feel it,” Sven muttered.

“No wonder there are no farms around here,” Kora said. “My teeth are almost rattling.”

“The Altar of Souls,” I said in breathy excitement. The hammer twitched in my hand.

“You have the key, Princess-Mistress,” Carsina said. “Once you unlock it, the Altar will be exposed. Anyone can use it after this.”

“Better than the Biomancer living,” muttered Sven.

I nodded my head in agreement.

I swallowed when we reached the base of the hill. It wasn’t a gradual transition to the great grass covered mound. It was artificial, a shell built over something. I slipped off my saddle with grace, clutching the diamond hammer. The afternoon sun shone on my back. Its rays reflected in the heart of the diamond as a fiery brilliance that shifted as I moved it.

Sven moved forward. He reached the hill and pressed his hand against the slope, pushing the grass out of the way. “Krab built this over the Altar of Souls.”

“To hide it from being abused,” Carsina said. “It’s so impressive.”

“There’s a tree growing on the side,” Zanyia said. “Don’t trees have deep roots? How thick is this hill?”

“Thick enough,” Carsina answered. “It is said to have a core of adamant. Nothing normal can dig through it. You have to use the hammer. It will power the device he built around it. Cause it to… to open. Somehow.”

“I don’t see a keyhole,” Sven said, looking around. “Do we need to move to a different spot, Carsina?”

“No,” I said, reaching the base of the hill. I stared up the slope reaching up to the blue sky. I could feel the mechanism in there, like I could with the lock of the vault back at the temple. It was built for an imbuer to use. But it was so massive, no imbuer’s soul was strong enough to work.

Not without the hammer.

“It’s not a lock in that way. It’s like… Greta’s armor,” I continued, squeezing the diamond haft. “The same way Carsina supercharged it, I can do that to the hill. I can puppeteer it and open it.”

“Do it,” Ealaín said. “Let us end this. Let us destroy Vebrin’s phylactery and condemn his soul to his punishment in the Astral Realm.”

“Yes!” Sven growled, his voice thick, almost like he was… in pain. “Do it! Let’s get his over with.”

I drew in a deep breath and raised the hammer over my head. It flared with pure radiance. The light spilled over the hill. The machinery inside quivered as my soul surged into the hammer. I swung it down, bringing my will in contact with the hill.

Light exploded around me.

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Prince Meinard

I didn’t need a horse. Not with the changes to my body. I had stamina, endurance. I could cross my country as fast as the squadron of twenty soldiers riding on their steeds. Gunther, my most trusted general, led them. Shevoin also rode with them, the master mage sitting his horse stiffly, weariness straining his aged features.

The men all smelled delicious. Not as sweet as a farm girl—the one I ate last night was so soft and succulent—but my soldiers could give me such strength. I had to remind myself that I needed them. They were useful.

Not like a farm girl.

The Paragon marched at the lead. I don’t know how I ever considered her ugly. She was every race and species of sentient life brought together in one being. She had the nimble grace of a halfling, the strength of an ogre, the drive and determination of a human, the grit of an orc, the keen hearing of an elf, the endurance of a dwarf, the tenacity of a goblin. All of it distilled into her.

Father’s greatest creation.

I quaked to see Father’s rebirth. He would be so happy with me. He would make me King of the World. I would provide him the largest laboratory to make more creations. He could enhance entire villages, towns, even cities. Whole races would be improved by him. No more making solitary creations in the dark corners of the world, hunted by lesser men who didn’t have the ambition to change things.

He would end death and suffering. He would end all those petty differences between humans and dwarves, elves and orcs. What did any of that matter when all were like the Paragon? When all were improved? He would make a paradise of the world.

No matter how many centuries of experimentation it would take.

On the horizon, a hill loomed. It thrust out of the eastern farmlands, the Despeir Mountains behind it. The trail led towards it. Finally, we had located that bastard Sven. He had my daughter. She would be a succulent treat to enjoy. I licked my lips in eager anticipation the delight of my sweetling’s flesh.

With the death of the Watcher, we were blind. We only knew Sven and his whores traveled East. Yesterday, we caught his trail. The stink of him filled my nose even now, growing stronger and stronger as we neared the hill.

My daughter’s scent mixed in. I could smell her pregnancy, that bit of Sven in her. That would only make her taste—

White light exploded from the hill and flashed across the entire horizon.

“They found the Altar!” the Paragon hissed. “Father!”

Fear lanced through me. As I charged forward at a full run, I snarled, “Gallop!”

To be continued…

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My first story

Note: This is my first story, I’ve been reading these since i was 17 and i decided to add some of my adventures so enjoy and please only constructive criticism
Waking up on the morning of April first I was angry. My Mother had Just decided I was going to live with my dad, and that I was dropping out of my school in Arkansas and flying north to Montana that following weekend. That day at school I said my goodbyes and exchanged emails with everyone. After a rather teary kiss goodbye with my girlfriend Wendi I made my way to my mom’s car.
I should probably describe myself, back when I was 15 I was around 5’4 small thin body with normal build I was fast and broke the track teams hundred meter run record by four seconds. I had sharp features and a square chin, blue eyes flecked with green and gray, like a wolfs as my Opa (German for grandpa) puts it, and a small German like mouth. My cock had grown from a 4 incher at 12, to a 9 incher at 15 and I was proud of myself. I had a light dusting of hair that I liked to keep neat; I also trimmed my pubes to keep from itching too much ha-ha.
That Saturday we set out for Memphis, the nearest airport that could take me to Montana. On the way there I sat in my seat listening to my Ipod and just waiting to die. I hated my dad but I hated my slut of a mom to. She fucked her boyfriend on our couch once and blamed the smell in the cat. Then she killed the cat to make a show out of how much I stunk. Like I was saying I hated my dad for hurting me my brother and sister by leaving with some whore who had more money than us. So my mom moved us to Arkansas with her family and away from the people we loved.
As we arrived at the airport my brother kept chirping on about how exciting it was to be in a real airport.

“Since when did they have fake airports” I snarled

“I don’t know this one’s just realer”

“Shut the fuck up you little shit I don’t want to hear you right now so just keep up and shut up.”

My mom turned around and glared at me with eyes that could kill a VERY large grizzly bear.
“You don’t talk that way young man” she growled

“Or what ,bitch, you’re the one dumping me with this military bastard who doesn’t have the slightest idea
of how to raise a kid just how to raise an army.”

“You’re starting to sound like that military bastard now so just get over it and get to your plane”

With that I stormed onto the plane and put my luggage away while the other passengers eyed me as if I was some kind of freak as I sat down and put In my earbuds the plane got settled down and the engines roared to life behind me. Soon we were cruising at around 24 thousand feet and on our way to Helena. I
fell asleep about half way there and woke up to the sound of tires hitting the runway.

As I got off the plane I notice two things 1: my dad wasn’t there 2: there was a strange man standing outside in the snow holding a sign that said my name on it.
As I exited the building he said my first middle and last name and I walked over.

“Are you Conner James Stocson” he said with a strong Arabic accent.

“Are you working for Alkieda” I asked

With this he frowned and replied strongly

“NO”

“Ok then I will allow you to take me to my dad”

So I got into the cheap taxi and was on my way to my dad’s. The bastard didn’t even want to pick me up from the airport. We drove through the snowy streets past McDonalds and burger king then past the small mall and the Wal-Mart. Soon we arrived at my dad’s large house it was around 25 hundred square feet with five bedrooms and four bathrooms. It also had a hot tub and a large pool.
As I entered the front door I was greeted by my dad.

“Hey Conner how are ya” he breathed into my face, his breath would have made a skunk gag, and by the way he kept correcting his stance I knew one thing, he was drunk.

“I could do with a little less alcohol in your blood thank you”

“You always were a smartass” he said slapping me across the head

“And you were always a despicable bastard” I retorted.

With that he walked off only to be replaced by the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She was 16 and an inch taller than me she had a Native American face and brown hair. Her shoulders were normal but her breasts were huge at least a 34dd and still growing. She had a flat toned stomach and nice legs. Her ass was also nice, even with it being 15 below outside she was in booty shorts that said “sexy” on the back.

“That looked like it hurt.” she said

“abuuuuu” was all I could get out

She giggled and said
“Come inside so you can say hi to the rest of us”

I sure hope theres more like you I thought as I followed her ass. I set my bags by the front door and walked into the living room to discover there was three more of her. One was about 14 and another was maybe 18 and the last one was the mom cause she was at least 35. All of them looked the same but the first one was the hottest.

“hi” I managed to blurt before

“Hi Conner I’m Stacey” said the mother “Im your new stepmom”

“Hello” I stammered as she hugged my head to her chest causing my head to slip into her massive cleavage.

Then one by one the girls came up and hugged me. I was delighted when the last one, lily the one who answered the door after I got slapped, hugged me to her chest like her mother had done except she had no bra on and her nipples were clearly visible.

After we talked for a while and my dad staggered in to take me to my room I was delighted to know that lily, Tina, and Tiffany were all sister with different fathers and that Stacey was probably the only person there that would care for me, besides Tiffany who had her own motherly instinct thing going. I also learned that our parents worked all weekend even at night. As so my dad showed me to my room and I unpacked and put all my things into the in suite bathroom I went back upstairs to find that dad and Stacy had left for the weekend. I walked into the living room to find that Tiffany had gone on a date with a boy toy friend of hers. As I sat down lily spoke.

“Do you like porn?”

“Sure I like porn” I said “doesn’t everyone”

“Our parents do, and me and Lily found there stash” said Tina

“Really?”

“Yep there really sexy” she says standing up.

As she walks out of the room Lily gets up and switches the T.V to the DVD player that is hooked up to it. She turns around and just stares at me then out of nowhere she asks me.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes but I don’t want to be I get teased at school often for not fucking anyone.”

“Well I and Tina are virgins too and we get teased the same way.”

After she said that Tina walked in with a stack of DVDs that had obscene pictures on the front. One that caught my eye was a DVD titled “All Internal”. It had a woman on the front that had the same features as Stacey but smaller tits and her face was much less Native American but still had some of the qualities. When Tina set all of the DVDs on the coffee table I zoned in on that one.

“Which one should we watch?” she asked

“I like the All Internal one the most!” said lily quickly

“Ya I like that one too” said Tina

“It looks good.” I said casually

“Oh it is” said Lily

Lily ran up to the DVD player and put the disk into the tray. She sat on the couch next to me and Tina sat on the other side. As the movie began a woman walked onto the screen, soon followed by a man with a ski mask on. He had a gun with him that was clearly fake but that’s not the point. He walked up behind the woman and stuck the gun into her back and yelled. The women screamed something in Spanish and the man ordered her to take her clothes off. The movie was staged in a dark alley somewhere so it seemed as if you didn’t have to worry too much about being discovered. The women obeyed the strange man and took off her clothes. Although she took her time and swayed her hips a little as she took off her jeans and panties. The man had her get on her hands and knees as he pulled his cock out of his pants. I couldn’t believe what I saw; the man had a smaller dick than me. Now I was really proud of myself.

“That guys dick is huge” said Lily and Tina in unison

The man continued to move towards the seemingly frightened women. As he got up behind her you could see that her pussy was glistening with moisture. The man walked up behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her slit a few times before ramming it in all the way to the hilt. The woman moaned and the man said something about her liking getting raped. As soon as he said this the woman began go move back and forth so that the man’s dick was moving in and out of her until the man came into her pussy with a loud grunt. He pulled in and the camera got a close up of cum running out of the woman’s pussy.
Lily and Tina were visibly horny from the movie we were watching. I myself was sprouting a massive boner that I could just barely keep hidden from the girls, but unfortunately they did notice it.

“Oh my god Lily I think Conner got a boner.” She said while trying to stifle a giggle.

“Really” Lily gasped a little to audibly.

“Yes I have a boner” I admitted ”Its cause that woman on the DVD looks a lot like you two do and the fact that your both cuddling up to me like puppies isn’t helping it either.”

“Aw poor Conner has a boner that needs help” Tina said

“Yep To bad were you step sisters or us three wouldn’t be virgins anymore” Lily said

The whole room went quiet except for the slapping and slurping noises coming from the TV. I looked at Lily and then down to her massive tits and she noticed this gesture before I could lift my eyes back to her face.
“Do you like my tits?” she asked me

“Yes” I said quickly

“Then let me show you” she said as she pulled off her top

They were the most glorious things I had ever seen. They were big but perky and had a globed shape to them. Her nipples were slightly cone shaped and had become hard from her arousal. I reached out and cupped one of them with my right hand and pinched her other nipple with my left. I tweaked and massaged her right breast while I slipped her left into my mouth. She moaned and her back arched pushing her breast into my mouth. A shiver ran down her body as I ran my tongue over her nipple. I
switched breasts just as she pushed my head away.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” she said

“We aren’t even related” I retorted

“That’s true.” she said and allowed me to continue.

As I continued to lick and suck her tits and out of the corner of my eye I spotted Tina slipping her hand into her pants while rubbing her breast through her shirt.

“Want me to help” I ask her

She just nods as I slip my hand into her pajama pants and down to her hot pussy. She gasps as I slip my two middle fingers into her hairless pussy. I quickly find her clit with my thumb and move it I circles. Her hips move in small lazy circles as I pump my hand in and out of her pussy I go back to Lily and put my hand into her pants and do the same to her she gasps louder than her sister and her hips instantly start to move in quick jerky movements. Her clit was harder to find but I got it and rubbed it with my thumb like her sister I turned to Tina and pushed my lips into hers, at first she resisted but she eventually let go and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I responded by pushing mine into hers and we kissed passionately until Lily grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away.

“Kiss me” she said and locked her lips onto mine.
We kissed back and forth until Lily suggested…

“Conner I want you to take my virginity” she said

“Yah me too” said Tina

“Ok but you have to promise not to tell anyone except Tiffany” I said

“Why just Tiffany?” they asked at the same time

“Because she’s sexy like you two and I want to fuck her too so tell her how good I was”

“Ok” Said Tina

“You got it” said Lily

With that we all headed downstairs into lily and Tina’s room. I sat down on Lily’s bed and Tina and Lily started to strip dance. Lily took off her jeans to reveal a pink thong with a wet playboy bunny over her pussy. She stripped this off to reveal her glistening cunt that was now literally dripping with her juices. Tina pulled off her top to reveal a pink bra that barely held her tits. She removed her pajama pants to reveal a white thong that had a ties on the sides like a bikini. She pulled off her bra and let her ample breast fall into their natural grapefruit shape. Then she removed her thong to reveal a pussy identical to her sisters only wetter and I looked as if her juices were flowing down her leg.

“Your turn.” Lily said

I stood up and took off my short to reveal my compact chest and abs, Lily had her eyes fixed on my stomach and crotch, I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs and off my body. I reached for my boxers and saw Lily and Tina lean forward to get a better look, I pulled my boxers down slowly allowing them to drop to my feet and stepping out of them I said ”So what do you think”

“It’s huge” said Lily

“Oh my god it’s enormous.” Stated Tina.

With that Lily stepped forward and gripped the swollen head of my dick with her soft hand. A shiver ran up my spine a she began to slowly pump her hand up and down. With a moan I grabbed her left breast and began kneading and pulling it. Tina walked over and put my hand on her pussy and I slipped two of my fingers into her slippery cunt.

“Conner why are you so good at frigging us?” she asked

“I fingered two of my girlfriends and the first one taught me how to do it right.” I lied

“Well your girlfriend must have been Bi.”

“Why is that?”

“How else would she know how to finger so well” She said locking her lips to mine while thrusting her tongue into my mouth. This logic made absolutely no sense to me at the time. I continued to finger her while her sister ran her hand up and down my dick with increased speed. I grunted into Tina’s mouth as I felt my cum bubbling in my balls just waiting to swim through my dick and be free. Suddenly Lily stopped pumping.

“Conner, do you want to fuck my tits.” Lily asked

“Yes!” I gasped around Tina’s tongue

Tina released her grip on my tongue and allowed me to look down at my cock as Lily got on her knees. She gripped both of her tits and pressed them together, trapping my dick between her twin globes of glory. She slowly moved her tits up and down my cock that was now slick with pre cum. My fingers picked up the speed when I heard Tina gasp and thrust her hips toward my fingers. I pumped them in and out while resuming my clit rubbing with my thumb. Her legs turned to jelly as her first orgasm of the night rocked her body sending torrents of cum over my hand and down her legs. She gripped my shoulders to steady herself, her cunt muscles clamped down hard on my fingers.

“Holy fucking shit” she screamed

Lily picked up the pace and my cock moved in and out of sight between her tits. Grunting and panting with effort I thrust my hips toward her face.

“I’m gonna cum!!!” I yelled

“Do it on my tits” Lily screamed

I thrust my cock between her tits one last time and my balls clamped down hard squeezing ever last bit of cum onto Lily’s huge tits. Spurt after spurt shoots out of my cock landing on her face, tits and hair, it felt as if my body had been completely drained of fluid and I sat down heavily onto lily’s bed. Tina got down on her knees and looked at Lily.

“What does it taste like?”

“Its kindov sweet and salty at the same time”

“Let me try”

Tina bends over and licks Lily’s left breast. Brushing her tongue up and down and around her erect nipple. This elicits a groan from her and she pushes her chest into Tina’s mouth.

“Oh my god, that feels so good” Lily says

“I can make you feel better.” I said

“I bet you can”

“I will and all you have to do is get on top”

She looks at me questioningly and then the look of understanding dawns on her. I lie back onto the bed and move towards the headboard. Lily crawls from the floor to the mattress and raises above me in a standing position with her legs splayed apart.

“Are you ready?” she asks

“Yes” I Answer for the third time that night.

She gently lowers herself onto my cock. As her dripping pussy nears my cock it twitches and Tina giggles in the background. As the head touches her lips she gasps.

“It’s not even in yet” I said

“Ya but it feels so … electric”

She slowly lowers her cunt over my cock and stops at her hymen.

“This is gonna hurt isn’t it?” she asks

“A little then it feels good” Says Tiffany

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Samantha is caught after a night of sexytime with her neighbor.

The Adventures of Samantha Chapter 4: Caught

Sorry about the previous post of this story which got posted twice. Copy/paste fail! it has been requested to be deleted and should be taken down soon.

I also apologize for the short length of this chapter, think of it as a bridge to a whole lot more plot!

I realized that there is some discontinuity regarding Sam and her now-roommate Carly. I realize they weren’t roommates in the first couple chapters of the story, but they are now. Please just disregard this; it makes the story more interesting. You may also notice some other small differences; I try to reduce these but keep in mind that I’m making these stories up as I go along. I hadn’t thought it through at the time I wrote Part 1. These small differences will make the story more interesting. You’ll see!

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I laid in my bed, wearing nothing but my yellow nightie, which clung to my body at the certain places where Mark had cum just moments before. Still somehow unsatisfied, I felt my hands run down my body toward my soaked pussy. I teased my tender clit for a moment, but then, with two fingers, scooped out a huge amount of Mark’s jizz out of my cunt.

“Mmmmm”, I moaned. I couldn’t get enough of the taste. Combined with my own fluids, it tasted like heaven.

For the next 20 minutes, I tried as hard as I could to taste every last morsel of semen from my slit. Eventually, it was clear that I had salvaged all I could. For some reason, I needed more of the taste in my mouth. Tasting Mark’s cum was like a drug; the more I had, the more I seemed to want.

Eventually, when his seed seemed to run dry, I closed my eyes and inserted two fingers into my still sopping cunt and slowly fluttered my fingers back and forth. I was addicted to the feeling. I was sore from being fucked for the first time only minutes before, and my gentle fingering soothed my aches. I grew more and more relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a rattling of the doorknob and the brightness of the sun in my eyes. Apparently it was morning already.

“Hey girl, what–” she looked at me. “Fun night?” she started giggling uncontrollably.
I looked down to find two fingers still lodged in my pussy, my nightie hitched up to the bottoms of my tits, with white states splattered here and there.

I jumped and went to cover myself up, but I then realized that this was Carly here; there wasn’t really much of a point. I pulled the fingers out of my cunt and licked them clean.

“How was your night?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Oh you know, nothing too exciting, just fucked a man!” she squealed.

I jumped out of bed and hugged her as we squealed together. I didn’t think Carly would go through with it. We sat on my bed and she told me everything, how they drank half a bottle of vodka together as they watched a movie, how his hand slid slowly up her leg towards her crotch, how they hurriedly stripped each other and fucked like wild animals, how they fucked three times before going to bed.

“It must be his athlete’s endurance,” she giggled. “We even fucked one more time right before I left this morning.”

She stood up. She was still wearing the same tank top and tight jeans she wore to Colin’s last night.

“Needless to say I don’t feel very clean, so I’m gonna go jump in the shower.”

“Did you use condoms?”

“No, my mom had my sister when she was really young so she put me on the Nuva-ring before I came here. No babies for five years!” she giggled and made a fist pump.

I had stopped listening after the word “no”. I watched her pull off her jeans and tank top, and unclipped her bra, till she was standing just in her panties. She was searching for a towel in her closet when I got bold. I stood up and tiptoed behind her, and quickly yanked her panties down to her ankles.

“What the–”

She turned around. I was already on my knees.

“I want to taste you.” I flicked her clit with my tongue.

“But Sam–ahhh–Colin just came–oooooh–in me–ahhhhhh”

“I know. I want to taste him too.”

She took a step back so she could lean against a wall. I continued to attack her clit with my tongue and lips. I focused my attentions there. It wasn’t long before she was moaning uncontrollably, the legs she was standing on shaking uncontrollably. She started to slide down the wall and onto the floor.

I didn’t stop there. I scooted back to accommodate her new position, which was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. I began to lick the entire length of her cunt, from front to back. I loved the taste of her, and I was beginning to taste the familiar taste of a man’s cum. This awoke something inside me. I thrust three fingers into my own cunt and two fingers on my other hand into Carly. I flicked her clit with my tongue and scooped a warm glob of Colin’s cum out of her cunt.

Carly couldn’t catch her breath; she was gasping for air as she came over and over again. I took a break from licking her and slurped up Colin’s cum from my fingers.

“Mmmm, his cum tastes so good.” I told her. She responded with another moan.

One or two more globs later, I finally let Carly breathe. I pulled myself away from her and pulled the fingers out of my pussy. Her eyes were beginning to open and her breathing began to steady. I held one of my fingers under her nose and her eyes snapped open. She looked at me hungrily and took the finger into her mouth, sucking on it.

“Mmmm”, she whispered.

I smiled and stepped back, pulled my little nightie off of me. Her eyes followed me, but she didn’t get up, apparently too weak to move.

“I’m going to go get a shower, I think. I was pretty dirty last night too.” I put the two other fingers I’d just removed from my pussy and sucked on them, enjoying my taste again.

I grabbed one of my towels, wrapped it around myself, and walked down the hallway to the women’s bathroom. The bathroom had three shower stalls and a few toilets; there were a few for each gender on each floor.

I turned the water on as hot as it got and stepped in, reminiscing about what a crazy night and morning it’d been. In the course of about 12 hours, I had made two people cum and had two boys’ semen in my belly. I had developed quite the hunger for man cum; the smell, taste consistency… something about it just made me feel high.

I considered masturbating again, but since I’d essentially been abusing my clit for the past 12 hours, I decided against it. I felt myself wishing for another helping of hot cum. Then, I realized I could have it whenever I wanted.

I imagined myself with an enormous dick, exceeding 12 inches and too wide for me to handle with one hand. I imagined a pair of fairly large balls. After few seconds, I felt the water flowing over my new body part.

My imagination was impressive. My new cock was easily bigger than anything I’d seen in real life or on a computer screen. It was smooth, hairless, and stood tall against my belly. It reached a couple inches past my belly button, leaving only a couple inches between it and the bottoms of my B-cup tits.

Hmm, why not make those tits D cups? I was in the shower, after all; I could do whatever I wanted. I imagined my tits engorging, and sure enough, there they were. My dime-sized areolas didn’t look quite right against my new big tits, but I didn’t really care. Aside from my new tits and cock, I looked like Sam.

I reached down and played with my balls, which ran a shiver down my legs. i used my other hand to tease the bottom of my shaft. I sighed, then moved my first and to my shaft and started stroking with both hands.

It wasn’t long before I felt something boiling in my abdomen, and I had to lean back against the wall for support as my knees fluttered. My cock exploded in white juice like a fountain at Bellagio or Old Faithful. The first shot fired out of my cock, shooting as high as eye level. Some landed on my chest and began rolling down my tits; most hit the floor. The subsequent shots plastered my belly and the undersides of my tits.

I was groaning like mad; the feeling of release was too much for my body to handle. I let go of my still-hard shaft and scooped as much cum as I could off of my body and hungrily licked it off of my hand. I savored the warmth as it flowed into my belly… I was really getting addicted to this.

My other hand was already working my shaft again. It wasn’t long before I felt the buildup again, and I started to moan again. I stroked harder and faster, panting wildly, pushing myself over the edge.

“Ahh, ahh, ahhh!!” I gasped.

At the exact moment, I saw the shower curtain open. Carly was standing there, smiling as naked as I left her. Then she looked down, and I saw the shock wash over her face.

“AHHHH!” I moaned, and she screamed.

Jizz unloaded from my cock, even harder than before. I couldn’t cover myself up.

“Sam, what the FUCK? “ Cum was erupting from my cock. I tried like hell to imagine myself as normal, but it was no use. Semen was spurting from me, firing into the wall, making a sound like a pressure washer as I tried to hide myself from Carly.

“WHAT THE FUCK SAM!?”

I heard urgent footsteps. I turned around to see her walk out of the bathroom, practically running out of the women’s bathroom.

Well, shit.

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The girls had holidayed together for many years, both not realising the attraction they had to each other, this time they’d planned something special a trip to the Maldives

Andrea and Claire’s holiday

Day one

Andrea and Claire had been holidaying together for years. Neither of their long term partners enjoyed the heat, so to please everyone the girls holidayed together.

Andrea is in her late thirties, 5’4”, petite but rounded with boobs about 36DD and fair. Claire is early thirties 5’7” , olive skinned and dark hair with boobs about 40F. Both had short hair.

Claire had been thinking about their holidays together and realised how close they had come as friends. They discussed everything in the past, talked about sex with their partners, how they orgasmed, there wasn’t a lot they didn’t talk about. They always put each others sunscream on before going to the beach to ensure no body parts got missed. Claire realised that Andrea had demonstrated this ritual from day one of their holidays together and she suddenly wondered if Andrea was wanting something more than just massaging cream into one another. Claire decided that this holiday she was going to encourage this further.

A fortnight before the holiday Andrea had badly strained her wrist and had a support dressing from her thumb to just before her elbow, it hindered her to dress but she assured Claire with her help, she still wanted to go on their holiday together.

Claire picked up Andrea from her home and they drove to the airport, very excited as instead of their normal Mediterranean holiday they had decided to go to the Maldives. The flight was non eventful and they arrived at their destination late in the evening.

The apartment was beautiful, they had a large living area, kitchenette, very spacious and luxurious bathroom and a massive bed in the bedroom, they didn’t mind that it wasn’t two single beds, this type of thing happened all the time with two girls travelling together. They’d cope, in more ways than one Claire thought.

It was a very warm evening so they stripped to their underwear to unpack their cases. Claire helped Andrea undo her fastenings so she could undress. Claire had on a black set, an under-wired mesh bra which left very little to the imagination showing off her large boobs and pert nipples. She had a matching thong but as she shaved her pussy it showed a very clear view of it, leaving very little to the imagination. Andrea wore a white matching set, again a mesh bra which made her pale tits look fantastic with her nipples showing through the mesh. She wore short shorts type panties which kept her pert bottom nicely contained.

As they started to unpack, they developed a system, Andrea would pass the hangers over and Claire would put the garments on them and return them to Andrea to place in the wardrobes with her good hand. Some times Claire would ‘accidentally’ brush Andrea’s boobs with her arm which caused them to stiffen into pretty substantial bumps in her bra. Claire struggled to take her eyes off them, wanted desperately to pull them out of their covering and tantalise them with her tongue. Her nipples also tightened and stiffened at the thought. Once all the clothes and stuff had been put away, they decided to freshen up and call it a night.

Claire suggested Andrea take the bathroom first, so Andrea asked if Claire could unfasten her bra. Claire stood behind her in the bathroom in front of the mirrored sink area and unclasped her bra, she then pulled the straps off of her shoulders, slid her hands around the front of her ribcage and lifted the wired part of the bra away from her beautiful tits. Claire could not resist ‘accidentally’ stroking her nipples with the palm of her hands as she pulled the bra off of Andrea. Andrea moaned very softly and Claire could not resist kissing her neck before she walked away. As she left Andrea in private to freshen up Claire pulled the door slightly closed but left it open enough so that when Claire laid on the bed she could see straight into the bathroom and had a good view of Andrea and of the whole of the bathroom via the large mirrored area.

Andrea stood motionless in front of the mirror, then almost repeated the stroking effect that Claire had just done to her tits minutes previously. Then she fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples, as Claire watched the tingling in her pussy continued to remind her how turned on she had been by her friend that night and was starting to ache, demanding attention. As she continued to watch Andrea, Claire stroked her tingling crotch, Andrea pulled off her panties and moved to sit on the toilet seat with her legs apart and proceeded to massage her clit which was aching too. She had been so turned on by Claire that she needed to satisfy the aching between her legs. She stroked her slit lightly once, then pushed her fingers inside her lips and felt the wetness between and oh yes she was wet. She stroked up and down her slit, gently probing her cunt and back up to circle her clit. She moaned softly to herself so as Claire would not hear but also wishing Claire would hear and catch her diddling herself whilst thinking of her friend. Little did she know that Claire could see her and was doing just the same, she had her hand inside her panties and massaging her clit with her fingers. Ironically they both brought themselves together to orgasm at the same time but sadly rooms apart.

Andrea cooled herself down by washing her body with cool water paying particular attention to her pussy making sure it was clean, just in case Claire wanted to pay attention to it, oh how she wished she would. When she came out of the bathroom Claire lay on the bed flicking through a magazine, Andrea had no idea what Claire had been up to whilst she had been busy!

Claire got up off the bed and went into the bathroom, she had a pee and washed herself off and cleaned her teeth. Before she left she picked up Andrea’s panties out of the laundry basket and checked them, yes the crotch was soaking wet, Claire sniffed them and inhaled that wonderful musky smell that she so craved, needing to satisfy a need she licked the damp fabric and tasted that intoxicating juice. She so wanted to bury her head in Andrea’s pussy there and then but she knew she had to wait and play this out slowly. Little did she know Andrea would have happily spread her legs for her there and then!

When she returned to the bedroom Andrea lay with her back to her covered in a sheet and seemed to be asleep. Claire laid on the top of the bed listening to her breathing softly, oh how she wanted to spoon up beside her and stroke those pale breasts, she pulled the sheet over and eventually she dozed off.

Day two

Morning came and Andrea awoke first, she got out of bed quietly and looked at her friend. Claire lay on her front, the sheet had been moved as she slept restlessly in the heat of the night. Her back was covered to just above her buttocks, one leg was straight out and other bent right up at the knee giving Andrea a full view of her pussy. It was shaved and wet, Andrea so wanted to sneak up and taste it but just wasn’t brave enough.

She went to the bathroom and when she returned Claire was awake and sitting up in bed, the sheet was covering her legs and waist but her tits were uncovered and Andrea could not help but stare at them longingly, she’d seen them numerous times before but the aching in her pussy just made her want to stare at then. Claire suggested that once she had been to the bathroom that they should breakfast on their patio and then cream up for the day’s sunbathing.

They both put on their silk bathrobes, both were short just covering their bottoms and both enjoyed the feeling of cool silk against their bodies. Andrea telephoned hotel reception to tell them they were ready for breakfast. Claire opened the curtains to the French windows to reveal a beautiful private area to sunbathe complete with luxurious sunbeds, plunge pool and dining area. She screamed with delight and said they wouldn’t be slumming it on the Med again, Andrea came to look and screamed also.

Breakfast was delivered by the staff. A tray of fruit all prepared, some different types of breads complete with butters and jams a pot of coffee and some juice. The girls settled into the comfortable dining chairs and ate breakfast alfresco. The area was incredibly private and neither girls noticed or cared that their robes had slipped open revealing copious amounts of boobed flesh. The sun shone down and kissed their bare skin warmingly. Claire and Andrea both gazed at each others tits and felt the itchey stirring in their cunts. Andrea adjusted herself in her chair so that her cunt was clearly exposed to Claire, sadly she didn’t think Claire had noticed, little did she realise that Claire was squirming her hot burning cunt against the linen of the cushion trying to calm that delicious itch in her cunt.

Claire suggested it was time to cream up before they caught the sun and Andrea followed her inside to the bathroom. Claire volunteered to do Andrea first, and proceeded to cream her back, buttocks and backs of her legs, Andrea ached for her to cream right at the top of the inside of her legs but Claire teasingly did not go near. Then Claire told Andrea to turn around and face her so she could do the front. First Claire creamed her arms and told Andrea to hold each of her arms outstretched, Claire creamed each arm and kept making Andrea’s arm accidentally brush against Claire’s tits. This caused both Claire’s and Andrea’s nipples to harden as Claire enjoyed making Andrea come into contact with her and Andrea enjoyed the contact. Then Claire creamed Andrea’s tits, she took particular attention to her nipples, when she went to move on, Andrea in a slightly quivering voice suggested she might have missed some and asked her to do them again as she did not want to burn there. This time having been given full permission, Claire spent ages massaging the cream into Andrea’s breasts, enjoying her nipples, pinching and rubbing the cream around. By this time Andrea was breathing heavily and closing her eyes to enjoy the intensity of Claire’s attention.

Claire then creamed her stomach to where her thin fair pubes started. Again Andrea sighed frustratingly that Claire had not touched her where she wanted her to. Claire smiled to herself thinking all good things come to those who wait! She started at Andrea’s feet and worked her way up, when she drew level with Andrea’s bush, she carefully rubbed cream on the inside of her thigh ensuring the tops of her legs had been creamed, first time she lightly grazed Andrea’s plump lips with her index finger, the second time of massaging the cream she grazed her more firmly with her upright thumb probing into her puffy lips. She was soaking wet. Andrea let out a big moan and Claire looked up at her and Andrea reciprocated her gaze willing her to delve further. Claire then stood up and Andrea anxiously asked her not to stop, Claire replied that she did not want to taste suncream and needed to wash her hands! Andrea’s heart nearly stopped when she heard that. Claire kissed her fully on her lips and turned to wash her hands in the basin.

Andrea stood behind her and rubbed her hard and sensitive nipples against Claire’s back, she snaked her hands round to Claire’s large tits and rubbed her hands all over them enjoying the soft bouncy flesh, her palms rubbed in circles all over her nipples and Claire gasped in delight at the tingling feeling that shot to her crotch. Claire dried her hands and turned to Andrea and told her to hop up and sit on the vanity unit and pushed her back to lean on the mirror. Claire kissed her again, this time gently probing her feminine mouth and Andrea furtively returned with her tongue. Claire broke again and kissed her neck and shoulders, she didn’t kiss her nipples as they were covered in cream, but she squeezed and massaged her tits, pinching her nipples hungrily causing Andrea to moan again and again.

Claire’s hands then drifted down to Andrea’s special place which by now was on fire. Her hands lightly stroked down her slit towards her arse but stopping short, Andrea was so wet it had leaked past her lips and Claire probed further opening her lips with her other hand, this time she circled her clit button and slid her fingers down to her cunt gently pushing a finger in. Her finger slipped in so easily, she wasn’t surprised as she was so wet, she brought her finger out and pushed in two, at the same time she massaged her clit with her thumb. She started a rhythm with her fingers and continued to circle and massage her clit too, Andrea was delirious with the pleasure this was giving her and was moaning. Claire wanted to taste this beautiful person who was in front of her, so bringing out her fingers she licked Andrea’s juices off while Andrea sat watching her breathing heavily, enjoying the erotic sight but wanting Claire to continue finger fucking her aching cunt.

Claire then crouched down so her face was level with Andrea’s cunt, Andrea could feel Claire’s hot breath on her pussy, Claire leaned forward and took a delicate lick, it was too much for both of them, Andrea grabbed her head and pulled Claire’s face towards her cunt and Claire opened her mouth and licked, sucked and tongue fucked her sloppy wet snatch. Andrea was watching her intently and Claire buried her face into her. Then Claire plunged her two longest fingers into her cunt and clamped her mouth on Andrea’s clit. She pumped her hand furiously in and out of Andrea and at the same time massaged her clit with her tongue, flicking her tongue backwards and forwards over Andrea’s hard clit. Andrea’s moans increased as Claire felt her cunt start to tighten and spasming against her fingers, Andrea started to buck her hips further towards Claire’s face as she screamed she was about to come. Andrea had the most mind blowing orgasm, her body shook, the nerves tingled everywhere and she thought her heart would stop. She was a gusher, and delicious musky fluid was pumped into Claire’s waiting mouth, Claire continued to pump her finger in and out of Andrea’s pulsing cunt enabling her to drag out the orgasm as long as possible. As Andrea’s orgasm subsided Claire licked her gently and cleaned her pussy, Andrea laid against the mirror spent, breathing softly.

She stood up and Andrea pulled her to her, kissed her mouth, probing with her tongue so she could taste herself, Claire’s face was covered in her cum and Andrea gratefully licked it all off, she then looked at Claire and said it’s your turn now and I have waited so long for this!

She led her to the bed and laid her down. She kissed her all over her face, her neck and her shoulders. She stroked her tits causing her nipples to harden, she kissed her tits and then took each nipple in her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue and biting down gently on them causing Claire to arch her back in pleasure pushing her nipples further into Andrea’s mouth. Andrea then kissed and licked her way down to Claire’s soft, smooth and recently shaved bald. Andrea pushed Claire’s legs apart and gazed at her pussy in all it’s glory.

She gently stroked Claire’s pussy lips, parting them and stroking each side, her fingers were met by Claire’s wetness. Andrea opened Claire’s lips and touched her clit, Claire shuddered at the intense feeling it gave her. Andrea then moved her fingers down to her cunt and inserted a finger and stroked the sleek inner walls. She started to massage Claire’s clit with her thumb and pushed three fingers into her cunt enjoying the tightness of it and Claire’s moans, as she enjoyed what Andrea was doing to her and she started to plunge her fingers knuckle deep into her wet snatch!

Andrea suddenly stopped and grabbing one of her own tits, pushed her large hard nipple into Claire’s cunt and massage both her own nipple and Claire’s clit. Claire found it to be so erotic she could not believe the sensations it created, Andrea’s large hard nipple stroked and caressed her aching cunt. Then Andrea came up on the bed and told Claire to lay on her back further up the bed, Claire scooched up immediately, her friend then positioned her pussy against Claire’s in a scissor position. Andrea massaged her clit against Claire’s, they were both so wet, as their buttons of flesh rubbed together making a lovely slurping noise. Neither girls had ever experienced this before and were both getting into a good rhythm, enjoying the delicious feelings it created, their clits banging and grinding against one another. Andrea realised they were both close to cumming and increased her rubbing against Claire, Claire started to come just before Andrea, Andrea felt Claire’s clit seem to grow and harden and felt the muscles in her legs tighten, Claire’s moans increased and Andrea immediately started to gush cum juice all over Claire’s cunt and they rubbed themselves together slowly until their orgasms had subsided, gently massaging their sticky cum covered cunts against one another.

They lay in each others arms and dozed off from all their exertions both with cunts soaked in cum! They woke in the early evening and realised they had missed a whole day. They showered together lathering each other’s bodies, massaging soap around and over each others nipples.
They were quickly becoming turned on and fingered each other, massaging each other’s clits until they orgasmed and held each other as the intensity subsided.

They dried off and dressed, deciding lazily to call room service and eat on the patio again. The food again was delicious and once fully feasted they decided to crash and burn. Naked they got into bed together and fell asleep, Claire laid behind Andrea with one arm under Andrea’s head and the other holding Andrea’s breast. Andrea wiggled her arse against Claire’s naked cunt enjoying the closeness of her dear friend.

Day three

The girls woke quite early and as it was already a warm day, decided to have a dip in the plunge pool. As the patio area was so private they skinny dipped, the water lapped and caressed their naked bodies, the water was cool and the sensation hardened both their sensitive peaks, the girls wrestled with one another, enjoying the feel of their bodies touching, grabbing nipples and probing fingers into each others cunts. As Claire leaned her back against the side of the pool to catch her breath Andrea swam up to her and brought her body on top of Claire’s. Their tits bobbed against one another causing both their cunts to stir and send those messages demanding attention.

Claire debated fingering Andrea and decided against it saying come on, we’ve paid a fortune for this holiday and we haven’t set foot out of our apartment yet! So they got out of the pool, showered off the chlorine water and dressed in bikinis and sundresses. Once at reception they got directions to the beach but Claire had to wait for Andrea because she had forgotten something, a mysterious beach bag.

When they arrived it was very secluded, there was about five large round shaped huts each looking out to the sea each was open topped with no roof. The back of them was completely closed in, a member of staff showed them to their hut which was for their sole use during their stay. At the sea front part of the hut was a large white curtain, the beach attendant pulled it open to reveal that half of the hut was a large bed covered in towels in a raised sunbathing area and the other area a dining area. He explained if the girls needed service to ring the phone installed in the hut and an attendant would come at their call.

After the attendant had left the girls looked at each other and grinned in delight, this was turning out to be a fantastic holiday in all respects! They stripped off to their bikinis and sprawled out on the bed looking out to sea. They snoozed for a little while but were awakened by the phone ringing, it was the attendant asking if they needed anything. They politely declined and said they would call if they needed anything.

Andrea suggested that they sunbathe naked so Claire got up and closed the curtain, this made their little hut totally secluded. They stripped off their bikinis and returned to the towelled bed area to bask in the warm sunshine, they lay side by side naked enjoying the heat. Andrea turned to Claire and started to stroke her tits, she pinched and pulled at her nipples telling Claire she felt horny and needed her attention. Claire turned to face her and kissed her full on the mouth circling her tongue round her mouth. Andrea moaned into her mouth as she felt Claire’s hands start to massage her pussy, she was already wet and Claire starting to finger her with two fingers. Andrea pulled away and moved to crouch over Claire’s face. She immediately got the message and started to lick her out, flicking her tongue over Andrea’s clit and then snaking down to her cunt and lapping at the juices coming from her dripping into her awaiting mouth. Claire lent forward and put her hands either side of Andrea’s hips and started to eat her out too. She licked her pussy like it was an icelolly, she stroked her tongue up and down her slit, she took her time to rub her chin on her clit whilst putting her tongue as far in her cunt at she could go.

Andrea told her to stop as she had something special for them, she rummaged in her mysterious beach bag and produced a double ended vibrator, Claire was pleasantly surprised and realised all her horny thoughts about deflowering Andrea had been totally reciprocated all this time. The vibrator wasn’t very thick and only about 14-16 inches long, but Andrea explained that she had selected it because it wasn’t too big so they could both take a good length but be able to massage each others clits once the vibrator was all the way in both of them.

Andrea switched it on and it pulsed quite strongly, Claire watched Andrea insert it in her cunt, disappearing deeper into her wet folds and then she scooted towards Claire’s already open and waiting legs. Claire wriggled herself onto the vibrator and scissored her legs around Andrea’s. Andrea was right, both cunts accommodated this vibrator and allowed them to bang and massage their clits together at the same time. The vibrator started to do it’s work and the girls lubricating juices were soon leaking out of each of the cunts surrounding the vibrator both girls reached down and grabbed some and massaged it into each other’s tits and then proceeded to lick it off. They pulled each others legs close to them and ground their clits against each other, as the waves crashed on the beach the noise covered their moans of pleasure. Both started to tense their legs and they started to cum, the orgasms were out of this world, the vibrator pulsing away in their cunts, massaging their already well creamed holes, together with them banging their clits against one another. As their orgasms subsided they both withdrew from the vibrator as it was too sensitive to stand any more and they lay on the bed panting together.

They lay together naked and spent in the sunshine. Once they had napped and recharged their batteries, they slipped on their sun-dresses over their naked bodies and ordered some drinks. When the waiter boy arrived the girls decided to have some fun, they stripped off in front of him and asked if he could rub sun-cream on their bodies. Of course he was nervous but happily obliged and the girls allowed him to rub cream onto both of their tits, the girls both stood facing him and he slowly massage the cream into their skin and nipples taking his time and pinching both pairs of tits. Watching each other being attended to was a huge turn on and their lubricating juices started to seep out of their pussies. When it came to their arses and legs Claire and Andrea asking him to pay particular attention to the tops of their legs. His large hands felt wonderful as he applied cream on them, he was very attentive as he applied the cream to the tops of their legs, his hands continually went far enough up their legs to allow his hands to make several strokes of their wet cunts. His hardon started to show in his shorts and the girls rubbed against him at every opportunity. He was desperate to fuck both of them but knew he had to be asked before he obliged, unspoken staff rules. Once the girls had finished toying with him they told him they had had enough and asked him to leave, he disappeared up the beach trying to hide his hardon behind the drinks tray sulking that they had teased him so.

The girls were bored then, so they looked through the price list and noticed that the hotel offered a massage service. So they booked a massage for both of them later in the afternoon.They arrived at the beauty suite to be greeted by the beauticians. Both beauticians who were going to do the massages were almost Amazonian, tall heavy boned strong woman, Claire and Andrea had been hoping for men but weren’t disappointed.

The masseurs showed Claire and Andrea to a double massage tabled room asking them to strip off and lay face down on the beds and cover their bottoms with the towels provided. Ten minutes later the masseurs returned and commenced our massage. They massaged the girls shoulders and backs, their hands were very strong and the girls both enjoyed having their muscles manipulated. They set to work on their legs and slowly worked their way towards the girls arses, their hands massaged their arse cheeks and slipped their oily hands between their cheeks and rubbed downwards towards their cunts. Both Claire and Andrea were being massaged identically at the same time, both girls realised that this just wasn’t going to be an ordinary massage as the masseurs rubbed their cunts, probing their fingers into their wet sticky holes, both girls moaned in appreciative delight.

They asked the girls to roll over and started massaging their tits, they pulled, pinched and rubbed Claire and Andrea’s nipples until they hurt but it was a pleasurable hurt. The masseurs then worked down to their pussies, the massage tables split just below the bottom area which allowed the girls legs to be opened up, this enabled the masseurs to work on the tops of their thighs but also this gave them easy access to their now spread open pussies. They fingered both girls, pumping their big strong hands in the girls cunts, one finger plunged in and withdrew then two fingers and finally three, at the same time massaging their clits, by now the girls were delirious with delight enjoying total strangers feeling their bodies. They then stopped and went to a cupboard on the wall at the side of the room, they removed there skirts and panties and strapped on cocks, they also had a hand held battery powered bulb like massaging device each which when switched on vibrated and pulsed.

They put some lubricating fluid on their strap ons, not that the girls needed it, they were dripping in anticipation waiting. The masseurs plunged their strap ons into Claire and Andrea’s cunts and started to pump them, they also switched on and applied their hand held massage machines and held them to the girls clits. Claire and Andrea could not believe the sensations, these strong women where fucking their cunts with such force, plunging in and out of their hungry cunts, the massage machine was working on their clits and causing them to build to orgasm rapidly, their bodies twitched, their hips bucked up to the strap on cocks and they grabbed the straps holding the cocks in place and pulled the masseurs into their cunts as far as they could go. As they orgasmed they had to scream at the masseurs to stop massaging their clits and withdraw their cocks as the feelings were so sensitive. Claire and Andrea’s cunts dripped fluid on the floor, they told the masseurs that they would not pay them until they are cleaned them up and they didn’t mean washing them off they meant to lick them clean.

The masseurs dutifully licked their cunts clean enjoying the musky flavour, Claire and Andrea watched the girls being turned on more and more by licking their wet cunts, so they ordered one of the beauticians to remove the strap on and told the other to fuck her. Claire and Andrea watched as the beauticians fucked each other, leaving them to it they decided to return to their apartments sexually spent once again, leaving a very large tip for their services!

They wondered what tomorrow would bring…..

Day four

The girls awoke late and dressed in their skimpy bath robes and ordered breakfast. They sat out on the patio eating and enjoying the sunshine on their semi naked bodies no longer self conscious of keeping their bodies covered. There was a knock on the door and the maid entered.

She was a pretty looking thing, about sixteen, 5’6”, very petite with small tits and slender legs, she wore a little maids outfit which was a little too short for her with a zip up the front, it was also a little tight and seemed to push her small tits together. She explained to the girls that her name was Maria and she was here to clean the room and do any other chores they needed. She couldn’t help but notice Claire and Andrea’s half exposed breasts and barely covered crotches and stood transfixed looking at them. Claire could not resist moving her legs around to show off more of her pussy. Maria’s nipples perked up and pushed against the material of her dress, Claire licked her lips in anticipation of ideas what Maria could do for them.

Maria disappeared into the apartment to tidy and clean, she changed the bed taking time to inspect the patches where the girls had dripped their cum, she couldn’t help but sniff at their muskiness and licked the sheet to taste them. She started to feel her pussy itch and rubbed her crotch against the corner of the bed as she changed the bed linen, she was starting to feel really horny but couldn’t do anything about it. She went into the bathroom and retrieved the laundry from the basket, she picked up both girls panties and sniffed and licked where they had once been soaking wet. She pushed the door slightly too and putting her leg up on the toilet she pulled her knickers to one side and rubbed the already soiled panties on her itchy cunt. She couldn’t help herself and stuffed a pair of the knickers up her cunt and started to pull them out slowing enjoying the fabric sliding out of her hole, just then Claire walked in and saw the whole thing and was excited to see her panties partially sticking out of Maria’s cunt.
Rather than shout at her, she walked behind her and gently stroked her little breasts over the top of her dress. Claire then unzipped her dress and put her hand inside the fabric, she wore no bra and Claire instantly touched her flesh and pinched her nipple, Maria moaned loudly. Claire undid the zip all the way and pulled the dress off of her, dropping it to the floor, young Maria stood near naked in front of her apart from her white panties, pulled to one side and the scrap Claire’s panties stuffed up Maria’s cunt. Claire knelt down and pulled Maria’s pants down, with her teeth she grasped the piece of material and slowly pulled her panties out of Maria’s cunt.

Maria opened her legs and moaned as the fabric scratched at her cunt walls, once Claire had removed them she licked at Maria’s young cunt, it had a very small amount of fuzz on it and Claire soon found her little clit bud and hungrily chewed on it. The young girl’s legs were nearly buckling under the intense feeling as Claire licked her cunt so she told her to sit over the sink on the vanity unit. Craving the site of a young girl’s naked pussy, she ran some water in the sink and got some hair conditioner out of the cabinet and a razor, she explained to Maria that conditioner worked well to shave with as it moisturised the area and allowed the razor to glide over her skin and shave it without leaving it sore. She shaved Maria’s pubes off of her mound and then held each of her lips apart to ensure all the hair was removed, Maria enjoyed the feel of the razor stroking her lips, Claire washed off the excess conditioner and couldn’t help rubbing Maria’s pussy as she washed her off, she didn’t worry about washing off too much of Maria’s cunt juice as she just kept producing juices the more Claire paid attention to it and once against was dripping wet.

Claire then told her to move to the side of the basin but Maria said she needed a pee, so Claire told her to do it over the sink, she watched as Maria pissed a long stream of urine down the sink, once she had finished Claire grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed the piss off her bald little pussy. Once done Maria moved to the side and lifted her legs up and placed her feet on the worktop completely exposing her cunt to Claire, to Maria’s surprise Claire kissed her full on her mouth probing her orifice with her tongue, Maria started to respond and kissed her back. Claire worked her way down her neck and kissed and sucked her small rounded tits and dark nipples, rolling them around in her mouth and occasionally biting down on the hard pert flesh.

Claire worked her way down to the bald pussy she had shaved and shivered in delight at inspecting it at such close range. She opened Maria’s young unstretched lips and slowly licked up and down her exposed pussy. She spent time lapping up the juices which oozed from her cunt, sucking as hard as she could to drink in the musky sweet cream, then she worked on her clit, teasing it with her tongue, circling the button and flicked her tongue backwards and forwards over it. Maria moaned in delight and caressed Claire’s short hair pulling Claire’s face deeper into her cunt. Claire continued to chew on her clit enjoying such a young barely developed pussy, she gently inserted a finger into her cunt which was so tight, she gently pulled it out and then in and out a little faster, then she inserted two fingers and whilst inside she made a beckoning motion with her fingers which hit her g spot and the young girl came almost immediately, Maria’s cunt grabbing and massaging Claire’s fingers which were now buried knuckle deep dragging the orgasm out as long as she could. As she looked up at Maria who now had her eyes closed she caught sight in the mirror of Andrea, standing in the doorway, rubbing her clit with her fingers at the horny sight of Claire eating young Maria’s cunt.

Once Maria had come down from her first real mind blowing orgasm, they all went and sat on the bed together. Maria although willing was very naïve as to what to do, so Claire and Andrea where very excited about having a new innocent student to show how to please and be pleased. Claire laid down on the bed and told Maria to come between her legs and lick her cunt just like Claire had done to her. Andrea stood on the bed and stood over Claire’s face and squatted down using the headboard to support herself and lowered herself onto Claire’s face. Maria stroked Claire’s pussy lips with her fingers, opening her out with her other hand, she delved further into her lapping at her wet snatch. Her tongue stuck in her cunt and her lips surrounded it and she sucked loudly drawing juice down from her hole. The slurping caused a vibrating sensation on Claire’s cunt which caused Claire to shudder violently, Maria brought her finger up to Claire’s clit and slowly started to massage it in a circular motion.

In the meantime Claire licked Andrea’s snatch hungrily, she was turned on by the young girl eating her out down below and the gooey wet state of her friend’s cunt as she also watched Maria on fulll view eating her friend. Andrea couldn’t wait to come and whilst Claire tongue fucked and sucked at her cunt so she massaged her clit with her fingers, she rubbed at her button furiously as she noticed Claire’s legs tense as Maria was bringing her to orgasm too. Andrea felt her legs start to buckle and she got off Claire’s face and laid down next to Claire with her legs apart gently rubbing her button enjoying the after effects of her climax. Maria gently licked both their pussies clean as both friends lay there in a dazed state.

Both Claire and Andrea kissed Maria full on the lips and tipped her for her trouble before she left their apartment. Exhausted both girls collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep wasting another few hours of their holiday.

Later in the day they showered and dressed in shorts and blouses and made their way to the restaurant/bar area, it was very quiet with only two other couples in the room. As they made their way to the bar they noticed one of the couples at the other end of the bar whispering to one another and staring at Claire and Andrea. When the girls ordered their drinks and the barman went to the top of the bar to prepare them, whilst there the woman passed a comment to him that she didn’t realise the hotel accommodated lesbians. The barman and the woman’s husband laughed a dirty laugh to one another at the private joke and said they didn’t mind as long as they could watch. The wife snorted in disgust and continued to look the girls up and down.

The girls shrugged the incident off and went to sit down in the dining area, Claire whispered to Andrea that she’d love to teach the wife a thing or two given the opportunity, Andrea agreed giggling. During dinner the girls continued to be subjected to the woman’s glares, after dinner both parties moved to the bar area and Andrea and Claire started to play cards. Continuing to be subjected to the woman’s stares and the continued sniping about their sexuality, the girls decided to play a little game and invited the couple to join them for a drink. Her name was Debbie and he was Mark, she was tall with long red hair, small tits and a shapely arse, he was handsome and tanned, fair and muscular both early fourties.

The drink flowed and Debbie and Mark became more and more drunk as the evening wore on, the bar closed and the girls, disappointed to have their fun curtailed suggested they go to their apartment and enjoy their mini bar. The couple agreed and they made their way to the girls suite. Claire suggested they have some fun and play strip poker and Debbie and Mark agreed. They sat at the small table and Claire dealt the cards, unbeknown to Debbie and Mark, Claire was a dab hand and continued to win hands, causing Andrea, Debbie and Mark to strip off. Claire lost some of the games and removed some clothing but kept lacing Debbie and Mark’s drinks with vodka to ensure they became quite drunk. Mark was down to his underpants and Debbie to her brief bra and thong by this time Mark was really quite drunk and with Andrea’s help they tied him to his chair, tying his wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs of the chair, Debbie was too drunk to even notice. Andrea and Claire then guided Debbie to the bed and tied her spread eagled to the four corners of the bed, tying her wrists tightly to the corners and her ankles on a lose line to the corners of the bottom of the bed which gave her enough binding to be able to move her legs slightly.

Leaving them to sober up a while Claire and Andrea disappeared onto the patio area to discuss their plans. Returning to the bedroom a couple of hours later both Debbie and Mark were slightly more sober and aware that they had been tied up. Andrea explained to them both that she did not take kindly to being joked about as being a lesbian and herself and Claire had decided to teach them both a lesson. Claire proceeded to cut Mark’s underpants off of him revealing a well endowed limp cock, she then cut Debbie’s bra and thong off, Debbie’s tits were nice if a little small and her pussy covered in a red down which she obviously trimmed quite short. Debbie’s eyes widened with shock realising that both she and her husband were naked and on full view to the two women whom she had earlier ridiculed.

Claire and Andrea stripped naked and sat on the bed either side of Debbie. Both girls each caressed one of Debbie’s tits and leaned over and took each one in their mouths, Debbie widened her eyes in fear and tried to wriggle away from them, but as the girls lay either side of her she had nowhere to go. They stroked her nipples with their tongues and gently bit down on the hardening tit, Debbie shrieked in shock at the sensation trying to pull at her bindings. Claire moved lower down the bed and pushed Debbie’s legs open, she asked Andrea to help her open Debbie’s pussy lips so she could get to her slit. Andrea obliged and opened Debbie’s legs and leaned over to push open her pussy lips with her fingers, Debbie wriggled slightly but was curious as to what the girls would do to her as these feelings she was getting did not imply she was repulsed after all and started to be turned on by the situation.

Where Mark sat, he had full view of Claire and Andrea’s naked cunts and also his wife’s. He watched as Claire lightly stroked Debbie’s slit up towards her clit and circled her button and back down towards her arse. Claire inserted a finger slowly into Debbie’s cunt and she moaned loudly in response, she moaned even more when Claire started to finger her slowly in and out and massaged her clit with her thumb. Mark’s cock started to grow at the erotic sight of two naked women working over his wife. Claire continued to finger fuck Debbie whilst Andrea leaned over further and clamped her mouth over Debbie’s clit and sucked it hard into her mouth. Debbie screamed at the wonderful sensation of being fingered and having her clit chewed at the same time, by now she was so turned on that she had no intention of moving. Claire’s finger fucking pace increased and by now she was pumping three fingers in and out of Debbie whilst Andrea chewed furiously on her clit. Debbie was so completely turned on by the sight and feelings of two girls working her over and started to buck her hips as a huge orgasm started to build. The girls continued to pump fingers and chew on her cunt as she orgasmed with a low animal type scream, Claire kept pumping slowly four fingers knuckle deep to drag her orgasm out as long as possible and Andrea lightly stroked her clit with her flat tongue as Debbie’s spasm’s subsided.

By now Mark’s cock was fully erect and bobbing around with excitement with precum starting to ooze from the tip. Andrea and Claire left Debbie to recover from her orgasm and went over to where Mark sat. Andrea kneeled down and took his cock in her hands and lightly stroked him from bottom to tip, massaging his balls gently with her other hand. She closed her hand around his cock and in a circular motion started to massage and squeeze his erection. Mark moaned in delight and Andrea leant over and closed her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked his precum out of the tip, dipping her tongue into the little hole at the top. She then took his hard cock deep into her mouth gagging slightly as he reached the back of her throat and then further in as her gag reflex subsided. She continued to massage his cock with her mouth and her tongue and gently stroked his balls as she slid her mouth up and down on his cock. Mark stared at the horny sight of another woman deep throating his man hood, he was turned on further to see his wife speadeagled on the bed wide eyed watching.

Claire not wanting to miss out on an opportunity climbed onto the chair and placed her feet facing forward either side of Mark’s hips on the seat and lowered her aching cunt towards his face. Mark did not need encouragement, he put his face back and hungrily slurped into her pussy which was well slicked since finger fucking Debbie to her first female induced orgasm. As Andrea sucked harder on his cock, he lapped furiously into Claire’s cunt, sucking out her juices and intermittently tonguing her clit. Claire could barely stand the intense feeling and realised she could not physically keep this position up for long and climbed off the chair feeling frustrated. Andrea started to feel Mark’s orgasm building as his cock swelled and rather than suck it she pulled her mouth away and started to pump his big member with her hand. Mark grunted and bucked hard into her hand as he felt his come travelling through his cock and watched spurts of his come squirting into her mouth, he had never seen so much come from his cock and Andrea’s mouth was full and he still managed to squirt more on her face.

Getting up from her position between Mark’s legs, Andrea climbed on the bed and leaned over Debbie’s face and slowly emptied her cum filled mouth into Debbie’s. Debbie opened her mouth and swallowed hungrily her husband’s cum and proceeded to lick the rest from Andrea’s face and then stuck her tongue into Andrea’s mouth to taste the final remaining spunk left of her husband and kissed Andrea passionately. Andrea untied Debbie’s hands realising that Debbie was so turned on by their little games that she had no intention of running away, she also untied her ankles, Debbie did not attempt to get up she just laid on the bed enjoying the sensations coursing through her body.

Claire was still feeling frustrated and turned on further watching Andrea and Debbie transferring Mark’s spunk and positioned herself astride the arm of the chair, Mark upturned his hand and she lowered her pussy towards his hand and impaled her aching cunt on his two longest upturned fingers. She slowly started to manouver her body up and down pumping Mark’s fingers into her cunt. By now Mark’s cock was recovered and erect again at the erotic sight of his wife with Andrea and Claire fucking his fingers, Claire noticed his new erection and wanted her cunt full of cock instead of just a few fingers. She stood up and untied Mark’s wrists and turned with her back to Mark and impaled her love hole straight onto his cock burying it to the hilt. She started to move up and down his shaft slowly but couldn’t stand the teasing sensation of her cunt walls stroking the full length of his substantial cock and started to pump up and down on his tool, the slap, slap of her thighs against his echoing around the room.

Mark enjoying the feeling of his cock buried in Claire’s wet cunt, could not resist grabbing her tits and pinching and twisting her nipples. Andrea and Debbie sat on the bed watching Claire grinding herself on Mark’s cock. Claire slid her hands across her belly and down to her snatch and starting to massage her clit, the feeling of Mark’s cock deep in her cunt and her stroking her clit was slowly starting to build to orgasm. Across the room Andrea and Debbie started stroking each other’s clits, turned on yet again watching others. Mark felt his balls tighten and at the same time felt Claire’s cunt grip his manhood, Mark grabbed her by the hips and bounced her up and down on his cock impaling her harder and harder onto his manhood.

Mark growled deep in his throat as he felt cum squirt from his cock deep into her cunt, her orgasm gripped his cock and her muscles tightened around his shaft, milking him as she gushed her cum, there was so much cum juice that it started to seep from her cunt lips. They both slowed their pumping and grinding as nerves jangled and their orgasms subsided. Claire got up and walked unsteadily to the bed and pushed Debbie back to lie on her back. Claire climbed onto Debbie’s chest and crawled up until she was astride her face, leaving behind a slug trail of cunt and cock cum across Debbie’s breasts, Claire unclenched her cunt muscles and a large dribble of juices slid into Debbie’s open and waiting mouth. Debbie greedily guzzled her husband’s cum mingled with Claire’s, as the dribble subsided Debbie clamped her mouth around Claire’s cunt and sucked and slurped the remaining fluid from her. Andrea untied Mark’s ankles from the chair and the girls lay exhausted on the bed and everyone drifted off to sleep exhausted from their antics.

Later Claire and Andrea’s sleep was disturbed and they awoke to the sounds of Mark and Debbie grunting and moaning, they saw Mark kneeling at the foot of the bed fucking Debbie as hard as he could. He had pushed Debbie’s legs up and her knees were by her shoulders so he could bury his cock deep into her cunt. As he rammed her as hard as he could her tits bounced up and down and he lent over and bit down on each nipple hard causing Debbie to scream in delight. Debbie came instantly, shuddering and clenching her cunt on his cock, he was determined not to come just yet and slowed his fucking down to allow her climax to subside. Once she was calm again, he speeded up his cock in her and just before he came he withdrew his member from her and grasped himself and wanked his cock to orgasm spattering her cunt, belly and tits with his cum. Satisfied and knackered he sat back on his heels and Claire and Andrea proceeded to lick his seed from Debbie’s body ensuring every spot of cum was lapped up.

Exhausted but happy Debbie and Mark dressed minus their ruined underwear and kissing both girls full on the lips returned to their own apartment to recover, promising never again to comment on lesbians. Claire and Andrea laid on the bed and drifted off to sleep thinking about another exciting day.

Day five

The girls exhausted from their antics slept late. Andrea awoke first and not being able to resist the sight of her friend resting with her ample tits laying in front of her started to stroke them, she lightly caressed each bosom working her way towards the nipples, the skin around the aureoles started to tighten and Claire’s nipples transformed into hard aching buds. Andrea bent her head down and licked the tight buds lightly, Claire now fully awake opened her eyes and lovingly watched her friend working on her tits, she reached out and grasped Andrea’s tits and pulled on her large nipples playfully. The girls were now fully turned on by their attentions and moved around the bed so that they were in the scissor position, their wet cunts touching, feeling the heat and wetness of each other. They slowly grasped one of each other’s knees and pulled each other closer, forcing clit to clit and started to gyrate against each other. The slurping of their wet pussies together with the erotic site as each girl looked down to watch their clits kissing, rubbing and banging against one another, pretty quickly brought them to orgasm. They hugged each other’s knees and slowed down their grinding as their panting subsided.

They showered dressed and breakfasted determined to enjoy some more time at the beach in their special hut which they had not seen much of since their arrival. The set up of the hut not having a roof and enclosed privacy of it when they closed the front curtain enabled them to sunbathe naked all the time, and they lay on the raised half circle bed area soaking up the warm sunshine. After a couple of hours, Andrea became restless and started to look for her book in her beach bag, unable to find it she gently woke Claire and told her she was going back to the apartment to fetch it. Andrea put her bikini thong on and put on her beach sarong and fastened it around her neck, it was made from a very sheer white gauze and although it showed her tits off quite clearly it was almost respectable to wear to return to the apartment. Put it this way it was risqué enough for the men to get a clear view of her breasts and gaze longingly at but also for the women to cast green eyed monster stares at her also.

About five minutes after she’d left the intercom buzzed in the beach hut, Claire answered it thinking it was Andrea but was pleasantly surprised that is was their other playmate Maria the maid from the apartment. She had a day off today and was wondering if Andrea and Claire would mind if she and a friend came and visited.

When Maria arrived she introduced her friend Claudia to Claire. Claudia was 16 like Maria similar dark skin, long dark straight her and petite body, the girls were almost identical, they both wore shorts and halter neck bikini tops. Claire did not bother covering herself before they arrived as she and Andrea had already played and explored with Maria and didn’t want things to be any different, if Claudia was treated the same things could get quite exciting.

Maria and Claudia chattered to Claire about their school work and their part time jobs at the hotel, divulging some of the antics they’d seen during their first season there, it became quite clear to Claire that Claudia was more worldly than Maria in the sexual department implying that she much preferred the female clientèle to the male. Claire asked her to elaborate further and Claudia explained that the men could sometimes be quite rough whereas the women were always gentle and had such beautiful bodies.

Claire asked Claudia what she thought to her body, Claudia gazed at Claire’s large tits and bald snatch and said she was just what she liked. Claire suggested both girls strip off and stand either side of her. Talk about twins both Claudia and Maria both had lovely straight hair, small pert little titties and naked little slits clearly on show. Claire reached up with both her hands and caressed each of Claudia and Maria’s tits at the same time, both girls little nipples stiffened at Claire’s touch as she continued to stroke each of the girls breasts. Her hands travelled across their flat tanned tummies and touched their little slits, stroking downwards, both young girls immediately shuffled their feet further apart so as not to hinder Claire’s exploring. Claire’s fingers softly probed further into their lips and she smiled with delight feeling how moist they both were, Claire bent her knees a little so that she could reach further into the girls pussies to tickle and rub their clits. Both Maria and Claudia moaned softly and pushed their hips forward as Claire’s probing increased, Claire could not believe her luck to have two young, eager to please students allowing her to fondle and grope their little pussies.

By now Maria and Claudia were well turned on by Claire’s attentions and started to stroke Claire’s ample tits. They both leaned forward and latched onto each nipple suckling like babies onto their mothers, Claire withdrew her fingers from their wet little snatches and put her juice covered fingers into opposite girl’s mouths so they could each taste each other juices. Claudia and Maria hungrily sucked at her fingers, surprisingly although having serviced clients they had never had the opportunity to taste one another.

Claire guided both girls to the bed and ordered Claudia and Maria to assume the ’69’ position. What a sight two young girls eating one another out in front of Claire, she wished Andrea would return to enjoy the spectacle too. Claire sat at the foot of the bed watching the girls and verbally guiding them to finger and suck one another, Claire needing something to satisfy her own lust, reached into Andrea’s beach bag to find one of her ‘toys’ to use. She didn’t care what, as Andrea had a large selection with her and blindly pulled out the first one she felt with her fingers. This was a vibrator 8 inches long, quite thick but it had an additional flexible ‘finger’ 3 inches on the end which not only vibrated but made circular motions too. When she switched it on it also had a volume type sliding switch which increased or decreased the speed of both the vibration and circular motion.

Claudia and Maria by now were well into pleasing one another and Claire could hear moaning through their mouthfuls of clit showing their enjoyment. Claire turned on the vibrator and held it to her clit enjoying the movement and heightening her senses, she fingered her cunt at the same time feeling her cunt walls stroking her fingers and sucking them in to her wet hole. Feeling the need for something thicker and longer in her cunt she slowly slid the tool into her love hole, once she had it buried to the hilt she slowly slid it in and out. As she slid the movement button higher there was less need to pull the vibrator in and out and the massaging tool did it’s job, Claire was so wet she was having to hold onto the bottom of the vibrator quite tightly to stop her cunt sucking it in further. With her spare hand she pulled and pinched her nipples as the ‘finger’ on the bottom of the vibrator, buzzed and rubbed her clit, as she realised both her young apprentices were fast approaching orgasm. Maria and Claudia were tonguing each other’s clits and furiously finger fucking their cunts and screaming in ecstasy as they both started to come.

Claire increased the pulsing switch. massaging her clit faster and faster as her cunt walls gripped and stroked the fuck machine between her legs as she brought herself to orgasm spurting her cum out of either side of the vibrator all over her lips and thighs. By now Maria and Claudia’s orgasms had subsided and they lay watching Claire gasp and pant at her own climax. Between gasps she asked both girls to come and lick her cum covered pussy and remove the vibrator, Maria and Claudia lept at the opportunity and Marie gently withdrew the vibrator, Maria couldn’t help bring the machine to her lips and lick it clean, sucking off Claire’s juices. Claudia leaned over Claire’s snatch and gently licked her cum from around her cunt and closing her mouth over Claire’s love hole sucking any more cum from there, once done and not being able to resist, she couldn’t help but lick her clit softly.

Claire immediately focussed on Claudia’s attentions and couldn’t help starting to feel horny again. She motioned for them all to come up on the bed and Claudia crouched between Claire’s open legs and continued to explore her pussy with her young mouth. Maria laid next to Claire and Claire kissed her softly on the mouth, probing with her tongue to part Maria’s mouth seeking her tongue. Maria responded and their tongues danced in each other’s mouths exploring one another. Claire and Maria caressed each other’s tits playing with their nipples as they did so. Claudia lapped at Claire’s pussy, sucking each side of her lips into her mouth and then letting them go. Her tongue stroked inside each lip and circled Claire’s clit button and then stroked back down and darted into her cunt. Claudia flattened her tongue and stroked full up the length of her pussy several times licking it clean of juice like a dog. The more Claudia attended to her the more juice slowly trickled from Claire’s cunt. Claudia tightened the shape of her tongue and with the pointed end flicked her clit back and forth.

Claire pulled Maria up to a kneeling position and told her to kneel either side of her face facing Claudia. Claire looked into Maria’s pussy, her lips already parted, a bead of pussy juice dripped from her cunt and Claire quickly caught it with her tongue tasting the young musky flavour of her young cunt. Claire told Maria she was going to mimic Claudia’s actions on her pussy and told her to watch Claudia eating Claire’s snatch closely. Claire flattened her tongue as Claudia did and then flicked the sharp end of her tongue hard over Maria’s clit. Maria squealed at the sensation, as both Maria and Claire tensed closer and closer to orgasm. Claire felt her muscles tighten, pins and needles darting from her pussy to her tits and her toes, she spurted her cum into Claudia’s shocked but accommodating mouth as she bucked her hips into Claudia’s face forcing her to bury her mouth further into her pussy. Claire felt Maria’s legs tighten either side of her face and she increased the speed of her licking, sucking harder onto Maria’s clit and cunt, Maria pushed down on Claire’s face almost suffocating her as her body juddered her to a mind blowing orgasm the likes of which she had never felt before. Maria didn’t know she was a gusher too and flooded Claire’s mouth and face with cum juice which a delighted Claire hungrily swallowed up.

All three girls laid on the bed in the sunshine exhausted, Claire’s mind drifted back to Andrea and wondered where she was,.

Meanwhile, Andrea had arrived at the apartment and was looking for her book, as she found it she heard a knock on the door. She went to the door and opened it, in the doorway stood Debbie looking very pretty in a yellow button through short sun-dress showing off her pert little tits and long legs, Andrea invited her in and asked it she would like a drink which she accepted.

They chatted away and Andrea could not help but notice Debbie staring at her tits which were on full show through the fabric of her sarong dress, Andrea’s nipples stiffened as if on cue at Debbie’s stares. Andrea turned her back on Debbie to start fixing the drinks, the conversation suddenly changed from pleasantries to Debbie thanking her for the wonderful evening last night and how much she had very much enjoyed it. Andrea asked her if she would like to do it again sometime and with that Debbie had stepped up behind Andrea and snaking her hands round to the front of Andrea’s chest she planted kisses on Andrea’s neck and shoulders answering yes please the sooner the better. With that Andrea leaned back into Debbie’s arms and Debbie played with Andrea’s tits through the soft sheer fabric stroking and pulling at her nipples.

Andrea moaned softly at Debbie’s attentions, closing her eyes and enjoying her stroking her as she started to feel that familiar warm itching down there in that special place. Not wanting to stop her but needing to turn around, Andrea faced Debbie and Debbie instantly kissed her full on the mouth which she reciprocated as they explored tongues and mouths. Andrea reached out and blindly groped for Debbie tits but finding the fabric in her way hurriedly undid the buttons all the way down the front or her dress which then fell to the floor, to her surprise and delight she was naked underneath. Andrea gently cupped one of Debbie’s breasts in her hand and with her thumb rubbed over the nipple, Debbie sighed in response. Andrea then lightly stroked the palms of her hands over Debbie’s hardened nipples which created a delightful sensation for both Debbie and Andrea’s palms.

Unable to control themselves any more, Debbie quickly undid the sarong knotted behind Andrea’s neck and flung it to the floor, her hands quickly stroked Andrea’s tits as she slid her hands down her rib cage and to her hips inserting her fingers into the bikini thong straps she pulled the garment to the floor. On the way back up from her crouching position Debbie could not help but bury her head into Andrea’s down covered crotch and sniff the muskiness of her pussy in huge deep breaths. For some time both girls kissed hungrily and passionately exploring each others mouths, neck and shoulders with animal like urgency.

Finally needing to take things further and not wanting to wait any longer Andrea grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom but it was Debbie who pushed her onto the bed and grabbed her legs and roughly pulled them to the edge of the bed and opened them wide. Debbie fell to her knees and covered Andrea’s pubic area in soft kisses, stroking her thighs teasingly. Andrea’s cunt ached, she didn’t want kisses she wanted this girl to bury her face into her demanding pussy, it didn’t take much for Debbie to take the hint as Andrea breathlessly asked her to eat her aching cunt. Debbie’s thumbs slid either side of Andrea’s pussy lips and rubbing her already soaking snatch massaging her juices onto her lips, the thumbs delved further and parted her labia to show how desperately Andrea wanted her. Her cunt and clit glistened with juices and Debbie stroked her up and down, tantalising her clit with her thumb. Andrea closed her eyes and relished in the sensations ripping through her body, she then felt Debbie’s hot breath on her thigh and tilted her pelvis towards what she hoped would be her mouth.

She was right, Debbie’s tongue touched her clit and Andrea jumped in excitement. Debbie proceeded to work her tongue up and down her pussy, Andrea’s senses were in overdrive as she pinched her own nipples to heighten the feelings. Debbie parted her pussy lips with her finger and thumb and slurped hungrily at her flowing juices, she darted her tongue in and out of her love hole swallowing the juices off of her tongue as she went. Her thumb circled and wiggled back and forth over her already exposed clit causing Andrea to moan loudly encouraging her. Andrea told her to stop in between gasps and go to the drawer by the bed, Debbie did as she was told and found and vibrator with straps attached. Debbie did not know what it was but soon realised it was a strap-on, Andrea explained and helped Debbie put it on. The strap-on was about 7 inches long and not too wide and where the strap went between Debbie’s legs was a raised plastic stud which when the straps pulled tight fitted very snugly to her clit, Andrea explained if Debbie fucked her correctly the stud would massage her clit and help her to orgasm too.

Returning to the bed, Andrea laid down in the same position but raised her legs up and apart so her knees where near her shoulders, Debbie kneeled down between her legs and rubbed the strap on cock up and down Andrea’s very wet cunt. She then placed the ‘cock’ in the opening of her cunt hole and slid the head in, Andrea took a deep breath and exhaled, with that Debbie applied pressure and slowly inserted the cock all the way into her. She stayed still for a moment, allowing Andrea time to accommodate the phallus and gently massaged Andrea’s clit with her thumb, giving Andrea time to adjust to the cock and release more lubricating juices.

Debbie withdrew the cock almost out bar the tip and with a buck of her hips plunged the cock deep back into Andrea. Andrea gasped as the cock slid in and out of her cunt as Debbie slowly sped up her thrusts and massaged Andrea’s clit with her thumb, at the same time the stud on the inside was rubbing against Debbie’s clit encouraging her to fuck Andrea harder to increase her own sensations. By now Debbie was fucking Andrea hard with her strap on, burying it to the hilt at every thrust, Debbie felt Andrea’s muscles start to tighten but rather than let her cum she slowed her pumping right down and stopped massaging her clit with her thumb. Andrea screamed in frustration as being so close to cumming, Debbie continued to slowly bring her cock in and out but she was missing the little stud on the inside bumping on her clit and wanted to cum herself so she started to pump the ‘cock’ in and out, rubbing on Andrea’s clit hard with her thumb. Debbie started to orgasm rubbing on the stud so she pumped as hard as she could into Andrea’s gaping cunt and rubbed her thumb on her clit so fast she started to get cramp in her hand! Andrea howled as she came, her cunt clutching and stroking against the rubber cock inside her.

Debbie sunk to the floor exhausted from fucking Andrea and cumming herself, she rubbed her hand up and down the ‘cock’ and bringing the hand to her mouth licking Andrea’s juices off. Eventually she crawled onto the bed and lay next to Andrea, both girls covered in sweat from their lovemaking. As their breathing subsided they kissed once again exploring each others mouths, Andrea could still taste her juices in Debbie’s mouth as their tongues danced together. They hugged each other, rubbing their nipples against each others enjoying the soft skin and the delightful sensations that the feelings gave them.

They hadn’t finished, both wanted more and both had more to give. Andrea wanted to scissor fuck her, she found the act so erotic and wanted to share the intimacy with Debbie.They continued to stroke one another’s bodies, pinching nipples and exploring wet pussies with their fingers. Andrea knelt between Debbie’s legs and pulled her hips towards her face causing Debbie to roll her back off of the bed until just her shoulders and head remained on the bed and her back and hips pointed up in the air upside down with her legs open. This gave Andrea full view and access to Debbie’s cunt. She explored her roughly with her tongue, licking her pussy-hole and her arse-hole, biting and pinching her clit with her fingers. She fingered Debbie’s cunt with two fingers and remembering something she had seen on one of her partner’s porn flicks slowly inserted a finger in Debbie’s anus, Then Andrea pumped both sets of digits in an out, she could feel each set of fingers rubbing against one another through the membrane of skin between arse and cunt. It blew Debbie’s mind, the sensation was unbelievable and she came instantly squirting her cum all over Andrea. Andrea withdrew her fingers and slowly licked Debbie’s arse and cunt allowing Debbie’s orgasm to subside then she laid her back down on the bed and put one of her legs underneath Debbie’s so that their cunts were touching in her favourite scissor position, she held onto Debbie’s leg and ground her cunt into her own. Debbie’s cum together with the wet excitement of Andrea’s slurped together, the lubrication allowed both clits to slip against one another. Their grindings increased in speed and pressure as they both built to climax and both girls shuddered and flooded their clits with cum once again.

Finally exhausted they both dressed, kissed, hugged and Debbie departed to find her husband promising to see Andrea really soon. As Andrea closed the apartment door and returned to look for her book, she stopped to wonder what Claire had been up to all afternoon. Needless to say she needn’t have worried!

Day Six

A pretty boring day passed, both girls exhausted from their antics, spent most of the day in their hut naked, sleeping and basking in the sunshine.

In the evening they decided to go to the bar to enjoy some drinks and watch the entertainment laid on by the hotel. During the night. Andrea received some persistent attention from a tall, dark skinned guy called Roman, although very dark he had almost green eyes which both girls found attractive. Claire was quite jealous when Amanda finally ensnared her prize and announced she was off to their apartment, Claire agreed to delay returning for a couple of hours so that Andrea could get to know her conquest.

Some time later Claire returned to the apartment, neither Andrea or Roman were anywhere to be seen but she could hear both of them in the bedroom. Claire had already agreed to sleep on the couch and slipped naked onto the couch under a sheet as it was so warm. It was very hard for Claire to ignore the groans from next door and she started to feel turned on, picturing what her friend and this handsome man were up to. To quieten the itchy tingley sensations in her cunt, she threw the sheet back and started to massage her clit. Whilst pinching her hard nipples with one hand she massage her clit button with her finger, slowing increasing speed and pressure the more turned on she became.

She was instantly stopped from her ministrations when she heard Andrea calling asking if Claire was there and could she come and help. Claire grabbed her thin silk robe and wrapped it around her and entered the room. Andrea was naked standing next to a chair with one leg up on the chair seat and her other standing on the floor, Roman also naked stood behind her, his hard black cock buried in her cunt. She complained that her clit was a little dry causing Roman’s cock to chaffe against her cunt and asked if Claire could help. To Roman’s surprise Claire came and stood in front of Andrea and started to lick her tits. She slowly started to suck and bite on each nipple, in response Andrea started to moan softly. Roman obviously started to feel Andrea’s cunt moisten and started to continue pumping his cock into her hole. Claire dropped to her knees to face Andrea’s cunt and watched Roman’s cock slide in and out of her friend’s cunt. Claire moistened her thumb and brought it to Andrea’s clit and started to rub it in circular motions, Andrea’s soft moans now increased by Roman’s pumping member soon started to become louder, Claire stopped what she was doing, anxious to be more involved and knelt down, brought her lips to Andrea’s pussy and clamped onto her clit, sucking it between her lips and then rubbing it with her tongue. By now Andrea was having no problem with a dry clit, Roman’s cock was pumping furiously into her cunt, obviously enhanced by Roman being aware of what was happening down below, as he came to orgasm so did Andrea and as his seed spurting into her cunt, Andrea came at the same time and both their juices seeped out of her cunt and a combination of cum was lapped up by Claire.

Roman was so turned on by the act that his cock soon became hard and he wanted desperately to fuck Andrea’s mate. Claire lay on the bed and readily opened her legs to reveal a very wet and dripping cunt gagging for his long hard cock. He lifted her legs up and pointed his cock head at her love hole secreting her juices, no gently easing in was required so he slammed his hot rod straight into Claire’s waiting hole. Claire gasped with pleasure taking the length into her. Andrea still turned on by it all, clambered onto the bed and squatted over Claire’s face and Roman watched as his sperm and Andrea’s cum oozed from her cunt into Claire’s open mouth. Claire savoured the mixture of flavours once again and pulled Andrea’s clit closer to her mouth so she could suck and drink the juices from her. As she sucked and lapped at her friend’s already ravaged cunt, Roman pumped his cock into Claire’s vagina, in awe of the erotic site in front of him, it didn’t take him too long to cum as he witnessed Andrea quickly came and flooded Claire’s face with her juices. After they had all finished cumming, the girls licked each other clean and then shared the cleaning of Roman’s cock, licking his shaft from one end to the other and his ball sack where their juices had ran down.

Never in his life had Roman experienced such a night and as he left their apartment he wondered if his mates would believe him or that he would ever experience such a thing again!

The girls also realised that their lives were now so intertwined that they really could not do without one another. Tomorrow their holiday would come to an end and they would fly home, returning to their respective partners but safe in the knowledge that other holidays would soon be around the corner.

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Mark and Mary are off to New York to get their hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor while Brandon is in France to get his hands on another copy.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-seven: The Book

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The fire crackled in the clearing, fiery sparks rising up into the air like tiny souls. Tonight was Thursday, the Twentieth of June. The Summer Solstice. The coven assembled around the bonfire, all ten women stripped naked, their bodies painted orange and red by the firelight. Ready to worship their Goddesses.

After Lilith freed us from Mark Glassner’s control and we pledged our souls to her, Chantelle and I had been searching for worshipers. Our Goddess, Lilith, commanded us to find her followers and Babylon’s coven was the first.

We met Babylon, the coven’s leader, earlier this week. A single mother and civil engineer for the City of Seattle, who found Wicca after her abusive husband beat her nearly to death. At the shelter, a kind woman named Helena introduced her to the worship of nature and the Divine Goddess. When Helena passed two years ago, Babylon took over the coven and drove out the few men in the coven and any women that objected.

Just what Lilith was looking for. No man was worthy of worshiping Lilith. Most of the coven were gay, I could see their hungry looks as they gazed upon the naked flesh of my wife, Chantelle and myself. And the rest were certainly bi or bi-curious. The coven ranged from the young Crystal, Babylon’s seventeen year-old daughter, to Babylon herself in her early forties.

We convinced Babylon to let us demonstrate our Goddesses power for her group and ask them to pay homage to Lilith. Babylon knew her mythology and seemed to love everything about Lilith. “The first feminist,” Babylon would say. “She wanted to be equal with her husband and he kicked her out and found another wife who would submit to his brutish whims. This is what’s wrong with mainstream, patriarch dominated religion.” A wild look appeared in Babylon’s eyes as she went into a longwinded rant on the evils of male dominated religion.

I could feel the doubt radiating out from the group about our claims of performing magic, particularly from Starlight. She was a green-haired girl with her small, budding breasts and nipples pierced with gold barbells tipped with emeralds and an innocent, pixyish look liked the sweetest, kindest girl you could meet. But I could hear her whisper japes to the other coven members, and the mocking, smug looks she gave us. I liked my women skinny and lithe, like my beautiful Chantelle, and I wouldn’t mind putting her smug mouth to work on my cunt.

“Sisters, we gather on the night of the summer solstice to give thanks to Goddesses in all things,” intoned Babylon, a little pompously I thought. Babylon led the coven through their prayers and incantations for an hour, and it took all my patients to stand with them. I was never one for church. I guess I better learn to like it. Chantelle and I were Lilith’s High Priestesses.

Finally, Babylon and her coven finished their worship, and turned to face us, “Sisters Chantelle and Lana have come before us, High Priestesses of the Goddess Lilith.” Starlight snorted and a few titters echoed through the group. “Now Sisters, please be respectful of those whom claim to speak for a Goddess as illustrious as Lilith. As I was saying before I was interrupted,” she glared at Starlight who remained nonplussed, a mocking smile on her lips, “Sisters Chantelle and Lana wish to demonstrate their Goddess’s power and entreat us to pay homage to Lilith.”

Chantelle strode forward, her black hair rustled in the breeze as she stepped before the group, naked and proud, totally unfazed by all the strange women’s gazes on her lithe, dancer’s body. All those years swinging on stripper pole at Deja Vu were finally paying off. That’s how I met my wife. We both stripped at Deja Vu in Lakewood and fell in love. Chantelle had been dancing on stage when our eyes met and it was electricity. I just had to have her. Before Chantelle, I was a straight girl that liked to fool around with women, sometimes. I walked up behind my wife, pressing my round breasts into my wife’s back, my hands rubbing along her flat stomach, reaching down to her shaved cunt.

“Are you demonstrating your powers or just feeling up your girlfriend’s snatch?” Starlight laughed derisively.

I wanted to run down and claw the bitches eyes out. I had been known to claw at a bitch back at Deja Vu from time to time. I drew in a deep breath and told myself, Svitlana Paquet-Holub you are here to serve Lilith, not wrestle with a mouthy bitch. Chantelle’s hand touched mind, a gentle caress. She sensed my anger at Starlight and wanted me to relax. I kissed her neck in thanks.

“The Great Goddess, Lilith, I beseech thee,” I intoned, repeating the phrases I carefully memorized. None of it was necessary, but Lilith taught us that power required its trappings. Lilith was watching us from the Shadows, the topmost layer of the Abyss, waiting for the moment to reveal herself. “Show your blessing upon your unworthy servant, Chantelle.” My fingers had found Chantelle’s hard, little clit, rolling it between my fingers. I could feel it begin to grow, swelling in my hand.

A gasp sounded from the youngest member of the coven, Crystal. “Something’s growing from her pussy!”

A murmur went through the coven as Chantelle’s clit grew. Lengthening and widening until her clit blossomed into a seven inch cock, complete with the an angry red, mushroom tip and the slit for the urethra. All eyes were upon Chantelle’s crotch. A week ago, Lilith gave each of us a gift in exchange for our worship: for Chantelle, Lilith gave her a clit that could transform into a cock, and for my worship, Lilith granted Chantelle and I eternal youth and beauty.

I enjoyed feeling Chantelle’s cock in my hands. I loved a cock inside me. No dildo or vibrator could ever take the place of a real cock. My appetite had led me to be unfaithful to Chantelle in the past and I knew how much it hurt her every time she saw me with a man. And now, I would never need a man again, my beautiful Chantelle could satisfy that desire.

“Oh, Great Goddess, I thank you for this gift,” I intoned, trying to capture the same pompous tone that Babylon used. “Thank you providing your Daughter with the Seed of Life. No longer must we rely on the brutish embrace of a man to quicken new life. No longer must we be slaves to Man’s brutal appetites.”

I was stroking her cock, my hand gripping her throbbing shaft as my fist pumped up and down on the hard shaft. Every time the sensitive head of her cock rubbed against my palm, a shudder went through my wife’s body. Every eye in the clearing were glued to wife’s cock. The women all grew wet with desire, their nipples hardening and their eyes shiny with lust. I could smell their arousal in the air, mixed with the fragrant cedar burning on the bonfire. I pumped harder, kissing my wife’s neck. An expectant hush fell over the group as they waited for Chantelle’s cock to spew its seed.

I could feel Chantelle tensing in my arm, her breath quickening. She was getting closer to cumming, the sperm was building up in her ovaries. I stroked faster and faster, her pre-cum lubing my palm. My wrist was growing sore, but I kept stroking, and started to intone, “Lilith the Great Goddess! Lilith of the Black Moon! Lilith of the Empty Womb! Appear! Appear before your unworthy Daughters!”

Chantelle gasped and moaned as her body shuddered in my embrace. I could feel the first jet of white cum as it ran through her urethra and shot out of her dick arcing up and into the fire. A second squirt and a third followed, a collective moan went through the group and then the glorious Presence flowed through our bodies like a tidal wave as Lilith appeared, standing atop the fire. The flames of the bonfire lapped harmlessly at her feet.

“Oh my Daughters!” Lilith pronounced, her silvery hair reflecting orange in the firelight, her violet eyes glowing inhumanly. Her large breasts, so perky that they seemed to defy gravity, jiggled and swayed as she slowly turned atop the flames, gazing at each of the coven members. Jutting proudly from her crotch was a penis larger than Chantelle, rising out of the forest of silver fur. And beneath her cock was the opening of her womanhood, glistening with her desire.

The Coven fell upon each other in an orgy of female flesh as Chantelle and I watched. None had ever felt the lust of Lilith’s Presence upon them and were overwhelmed by its intensity. Babylon turned to her daughter, Crystal, and kissed her, neither caring that they were mother and daughter, all that mattered was the lust burning in their bodies.

Mother and daughter were so similar in appearance, both blonde and tall. The only difference was age. Babylon was Crystal’s beauty ripened with maturity, her breasts swollen with motherhood. Crystal bent down and engulfed her mother’s nipple, nursing once more as her mother’s hands roamed her body, finding her daughter’s shaved, wet cunt and shoving fingers up inside her.

A redhead named Mona, short and curvy, knelt before Chantelle and sucked her cock into her mouth. My wife moaned in pleasure, reaching down and gripping Mona’s head and began fucking her cock into the woman’s mouth. A hand grabbed me and turned me around and there was Starlight, lust shining in her pixyish face.

All mockery and doubt was wiped from her face. I reached out, caught her green hair and pulled the young woman to me, kissing her passionately on the face. Her apple-sized breasts rubbed against my full tits, the cold emerald of her piercing digging into my soft flesh. Her mouth kissed me back eagerly, her tongue agile and quick as it explored my mouth.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and I pushed down and Starlight eagerly sank to her feet, kneeling before me. Her breath was hot on my shaved cunt and then her tongue was licking at my slit and I shuddered in pleasure. Her smug mouth felt just as amazing as I thought it would. I gripped her dyed-green hair and rubbed my cunt all over her agile and quick tongue, enjoying as she explored every fold and crevice of my cunt.

“Drink my cum!” Chantelle moaned, cumming in Mona’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, drink that delicious, female-semen!”

“Oh my Goddess!” Mona moaned. “It taste just like real cum!”

I shuddered, cumming on Starlight’s mouth as Lilith voice purred through the air, “Of course it is real! I give you this promise, worship me and no longer will you have to be slaves to men and their lusts just to have children! My Daughters, when we control the world, there will be peace. When we control the world, there will only be caring and kindness. We will nurture each other, not tear each other down! Worship me, my Daughters!”

“My Goddess!” Starlight moaned fervently, my juices glistening on her face. “I am your humble servant!”

“My Goddess!” Crystal panted, looking up from her mother’s cunt, her lips sticky with her mother’s passion.

“I will follow, my Goddess!” Babylon moaned, her face sticky with her daughter’s cunt.

“I am yours, Lilith!” screamed Mona, white cum staining her lip.

More called out, pledging themselves to Lilith until the entire cover knelt before her. I glanced at my wife and saw the pleased smile on her face. Our Goddess trusted us to find her worshipers and we succeeded. I knelt down, pushing Starlight onto her back, spreading her slim thighs. Her cunt was shaved and glistening. I lowered my face and claimed my reward, as Starlight moaned, delighting in my tongue.

“Spread the word!” Lilith commanded, her voice echoing through the clearing. “In one month’s time, my vessel shall be born and I shall enter the world once more in the flesh, unchained from my prison. In one month, we women shall retake the world that was stolen from us by men. In one month time, each of you shall receive my Gift and my Blessing! Now worship me!”

“How?” Starlight moaned as she came on my face, flooding my lips with her tart honey.

“With your bodies!” Lilith pronounced. “Love each other and delight in each other’s flesh!”

I rose up from between Starlight’s thighs and saw Mona watching, cum staining her lips. I reached out and grabbed Mona, pulling her to me and kissing her soft lips. I tasted the salty flavor of my wife’s seed as we knelt together and laid upon the soft grass and Mona tasted Starlight’s honey on my lips. I was atop her, our bodies rubbing together. Her legs spread and my aching cunt rubbed against her aching cunt, our hard clits kissed and pleasure surged through our bodies as we worshiped our Goddess.

Next to me, Chantelle lay atop Starlight, fucking the green-haired girl’s cunt. Chantelle reached out her hand, grabbed mine and I could feel my wife’s love through the gentle caress of her fingers on my hand. Together, we would help Lilith make the world a far better place.

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I flickered about the clearing, watching my followers worship me with sex. I could feel the power of their lust in the air, an electric charge that helped tie me to the mortal world. Since that slattern, Mary, used her last boon, the only thing that tied me here was my vessel growing in Karen’s womb.

Without that tiny vessel, I would be once more chained to the abyss. But, thanks to Lucifer, I was summoned and broke the power of that Priestess. And only in the womb of a disgrace Priestess could my new body be grown. I smiled, remembering how easy it had been to get Mark to agree to let me fuck Karen.

I flickered, appearing across the clearing.

It was frustrating, this flickering manifestation. I am amazed I was able to hold my manifestation above the fire as long as I did. It took incredible concentration to keep it up. But, watching my worshipers orgy distracted me and now I was barely able to stay in the same spot for a minute. I just kept a mysterious smile on my face, and let these foolish mortals think I was doing it on purpose.

I stood before mother and daughter, watching them devour each other’s cunts, their tongue lapping through nearly identical pussies. Flicker. I was before Chantelle as she fucked Starlight her cock poking in and out of Starlight’s shaved cunt. Flicker. A blonde woman and an Asian woman were eating each other’s cunts. Flicker. Lana was spreading the legs of Mona, feasting on her bare cunt. Flicker.

But the flickering didn’t matter. In one month I would be reborn, and until then, each of these women would find others to worship me. Slowly, my power would grow and grow until I was once again worshiped by the masses. I gazed to the northwest, towards the city of Seattle. There I would build my new seat, amongst the seven hills of Seattle. Like at Babylon of old.

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The shower was warm, washing away the sweat from the morning jog. The jogging sluts were disappointed that there was no club meeting tomorrow, but Mary and I were flying out to New York City for the weekend after my dad’s funeral today. Mary’s hands soaped my back, her touch easing the tension from my body. Our showers together after jogging were becoming my favorite part of the day. Just Mary and myself.

When we got home last night from recruiting the our pilots, the media was waiting for us. They had gotten word about the banks I robbed on Wednesday. Mary and I gave another interview, lying that we were innocent and Mary skillfully turned the interview back to our charity. Debra from Q13 Fox was back, her mouth hungry to suck my cock again. It was the best part of the interview.

Mary soapy hands reached down, massaging my ass, a throaty purr came from her lips. “Have I told you how great your butt’s looking, Mark?” Mary asked. “Hmm, it’s so firm and tight now.”

“Well, I’m glad all the jogging’s paying off,” I answered.

Mary laughed. “I know the real reason you go jogging, I’ve fucked all those sluts, too!”

I turned to face her. Mary’s heart-shaped face was dominated by her beautiful smile, cute dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks and her green eyes twinkled mischievously. “The sluts are just the bonus,” I protested, pulling Mary to me. Her wet breasts rubbed against my chest and I captured her lips in a kiss.

I slid my hands down and squeezed her plump ass. “Have I ever told you how great your butt looks.”

“Really?” Mary asked, turning around, wiggling her butt at me. “You don’t think I could stand to lose a few pounds off my ass.”

“No, Mare,” I said, staring at her beautiful ass. My cock was hardening, bumping into her. “I love your ass just the way it is.”

“Mmhh, I can feel that,” Mary purred, pushing her ass back into my cock, rubbing her ass against my cock.

I grabbed my cock, sliding the head through her crack, down between her legs to Mary’s wet, hungry pussy. My cock nudged the opening to her cunt and Mary moaned as I slid slowly inside my sweet filly. I loved being in Mary’s pussy, enjoyed the tight, wet grip of her silky walls. I slid all they way inside her, until her soft ass pillowed against my groin, wrapping my arms around her and just enjoyed being buried to the hilt inside her.

“Hmm, that’s nice,” Mary sighed as I kissed at her neck. Her pussy was twitching on my cock.

I started to slowly make love to her, enjoying the feel of her wet back against my chest as my shaft slowly thrust in and out of her in short strokes. My hands roamed the front of her body, sliding up her wet thighs, reaching her flat stomach, and then to her perky breasts. I would pinch her nipples then slide down and play with her pubic hair shaped into fiery heart.

Mary turned her head, her mouth open in pleasure and kissed my lips. I started to go faster, longer and harder thrusts. Mary was bracing her arms against the wall, now, pushing back against my thrusts. Mary’s tongue slipped into my mouth, playing with my tongue. My balls were tightening as Mary’s cunt was bringing me closer and closer to cumming with every plunge into her velvety tunnel.

“You feel so amazing,” I moaned. “Are you close?”

“Oh, yes, Mark!” Mary gasped. “Uhm, I’m getting closer. Ohh, just keep sliding in and out of me, hun.”

I nibbled on her ear as I thrust harder into her, enjoying her gasps and moans as much as I enjoyed her tight pussy. I found her breasts with both my hands, squeezing her perky flesh, feeling her hard nubs. I pinched both of her nipples and Mary cooed in pleasure, her cunt squeezing down on my cock. The water splashing on my back was growing cooler and cooler as the hot water was running out, but I didn’t care. I was too close to cumming in my filly. I grit my teeth, wanting to last long enough for Mary to cum.

“Yes, yes!” moaned Mary. “Oh Mark, that’s it! Umm, yes, you’re driving me crazy! Oh, fuck!” Her cunt was contracting on my cock and I finally relaxed my balls and groaned as I spilled into her, three large blasts of cum to fill her cunt.

I wanted to cuddle with Mary but the water was splashing on my back was cold and I regretfully pulled out Mary’s cunt and reached behind me to turn off the shower faucet before I started chattering. Naked, we went down to breakfast to see what delicious meal Desiree had whipped up for us. They were delicious, spicy omelets that we all devoured with gusto.

Beneath the table, Desiree was eating the creampie I made in Mary’s cunt while teenage Violet was sucking my cock, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling about my cock. Her hands reached down to cup my balls and quickly milked some cream to go with her breakfast. And she was nice enough to share it with nerdy April, the teenage girls were swapping the cum back and forth and it wasn’t long before they were sixty-nining on the floor.

Mary slipped upstairs to start getting ready for the funeral. “I have to put on my face,” she said with a smile. “And Mark, don’t play with the sluts too long, you have to get ready, too.”

She knew me too well as my cock hardened watching the two teenage sluts rolling on the floor as they eagerly sucked each other’s cunts. My cock was hard and I looked around the room. Allison was sitting on Desiree’s lap, the pair sharing a deep kiss. Allison’s engagement ring glinted on her hand as she made out with her fiancee.

Lillian was giving me sultry looks from across the table. All it took was my smile, and the slut knew just what to do. She got up and walked around the table and bent over, exposing her shaved cunt. I could smell the tart flavor of her arousal. I ran a finger through her swollen vulva and gathered her juices, licking her delicious flavor off my finger.

“Where should I fuck you, Lillian?” I asked, running my finger though her slit. “In your cunt?” I shoved my finger into her pussy, bringing a soft moan from her lips. “Or your ass?” I pulled my sticky finger out and shoved it up her ass.

“Oh, Master, I don’t care!” she moaned. “I only care that my slutty body makes you happy.”

“Good girl,” I answered, standing up and giving her ass a pat.

My cock was hard and I rubbed it against her puckered asshole and shoved it in. Lillian gasped in pain and smiled back at me. “Oh, fuck my slutty ass as hard as you want, Master!” she gasped. I drew back and shoved it in again. “Ohh, thank you, Master!”

I fucked her hard and fast, enjoying her tight ass. My balls were slapping against her taint. I pounded her harder and harder. She moaning in pain and pleasure, slamming her ass back into me as she pleaded with me to fuck her harder.

“Yes, Master!” she was gasping. “My slutty ass needs your cum! Please, Master, oh please fill me up with your lovely cum!”

“You’re going to get your wish, whore!” I moaned, drilling her ass harder and harder. I exploded inside her, creaming her slutty ass.

I pulled out of her and turned to see doll-faced Korina, her arm in a sling, and her big, blue eyes shining in lust. Wordlessly she knelt down behind Lillian and spread her asscheeks. Her tongue came out, licking at Lillian’s ass, gathering my cum that was leaking out. Korina sealed her mouth around Lillian’s anus and started sucking, desperate to get every drop of her Master’s cum like a good slut.

My cock was hard and dirty and I looked around the room, wondering who to fuck next. Desiree was sitting in a dining chair, her legs spread obscenely wide as Allison licked nosily at her cunt. Allison’s slim ass and tight slit was pointed right at me. Strawberry-blond Fiona and busty, petite Xiu were making out. April and Violet were scissoring, now, humping their cunts together as they played with their budding breasts.

I knelt behind Allison and shoved my cock into her sopping cunt. She didn’t even stop licking Desiree’s snatch out, just started wiggling her hips and moaning her pleasure. Her cunt was tight and hot, and I washed my dirty cock clean of Lillian’s ass inside Allison’s sweet twat. Desiree was gripping Allison’s bubble-gum pink dyed hair, rubbing the teenage sluts face into her cunt.

“Fuck her dirty cunt, mi Rey!” Desiree moaned in encouragement. “The little slut needs a dick up her snatch all the time! Ohh, mi Sirenita going to make me cum!”

I was pounding Allison’s cunt hard and watched as Desiree shook in the chair as her orgasm rolled through her, flooding her little fiancee’s mouth with her cum. Allison’s cunt was spasming on my cock, cumming with Desiree. I just kept right on fucking her, enjoying the pleasure of her cumming pussy gave my cock. And Allison kept right on licking Desiree, her pink tongue rooting around the Latina’s cunt, eager to taste every part of her.

“Oh you delicious whore,” Desiree moaned. “Oh, how I love mi Sirenita!”

I could feel my orgasm coming as Desiree bucked on Allison’s hungry lips a second time, her large breasts heaving as her body shook and she screamed wordlessly. My balls tightened and I slammed harder and harder into the teen’s cunt. “Fucking slut!” I moaned. “Fuck you have a tight, slutty cunt!” I shuddered as my cum poured into Allison’s hungry cunt.

Allison lifted her face from Desiree’s cunt and glanced back at me, her face shiny with Desiree’s passion. “Oh, thank you for cumming in my pussy!” she moaned happily.

I left Allison getting her cunt licked clean by Desiree and head upstairs. I found Mary standing before the bathroom sink applying her makeup. She was wearing a black, lacy bra that cupped her perky breasts, a black garter belt that held up a pair of black, thigh high stockings. Over the garter belt she wore a flimsy pair of black panties. Her panties could come off, but the stockings would stay on. Mary knew I liked a girl in stockings.

“I laid out your clothes, Mark,” she said, not looking at me as she carefully applied her mascara.

Mary was beautiful without makeup on, but she became just gorgeous with it. “You’re so beautiful, Mare.” She smiled, her lips shiny red.

I pulled on the clothes she left out. Dark slacks, a white, buttoned-down shirt and a nice, dark gray jacket. The black tie was a clip on. Mary dressed in the most conservative dress I’ve ever seen her in, the skirt fell almost to her knees and the bodice only exposed half of her cleavage. She placed the heart-shaped locket I bought her around her neck, and a pair of diamond earrings.

Antsy was waiting downstairs in a simple, black dress, her black hair done up in a simple braid. “Hey, bro,” she said, a little sad. “I…Christ, I still can’t believe Dad’s dead.”

“I know,” I told her and hugged my little sister as she gave a ragged sob into my chest.

We drove to Dwyer Funeral Home in Parkland, across the street from the Market Place grocery store. My mom wasn’t coming. But she saw watched us leave in my Mustang, her face red with tears. She loved dad once, before he became abusive. I think she may have loved him when she pulled the trigger on the shotgun and killed him. Mom just hated Dad more than she loved him by then.

The funeral was held in small room, a few rows of pews before the plinth and the simple urn, that contained Dad’s ashes, sat on. A huge photo of my dad, from when he was young and still fit, not the fat alcoholic he became, sat on a easel. Only a few people showed up, my uncle Aaron, dad’s older brother, his wife Dee, and Dad’s poker bodies. The minister stepped up in his black shirt and starched white collar and read from scripture. I didn’t hear a word he said. I was lost in memories of dad before he hurt his back, when he was a real father and not the drunken asshole he became.

“Would anyone like to say a few words about David Glassner?” the minister asked.

I don’t know why I stood up and walked to the podium. I hadn’t planned on saying anything. “Dad, you were an abusive, drunk,” I heard myself say as I stared at the urn. “An asshole to Mom, to me, and to Antsy. But, you weren’t always like that. I remember the time I helped you replace the front door knob.” I smiled, remembering my dad’s hand rubbing my head. “You told me I was good boy for helping you out. So, Dad, I forgive you. Wherever you are.”

I was close to crying as I walked from the podium and out the door. I leaned against the wall and Mary appeared and hugged me, cradling me to her breast as I cried. When I regained my composure, I saw my Uncle Aaron keeping a discreet distance, his stout wife at his side. He held Dad’s urn in one hand.

“Hey, Mark,” he said. “Tell your mom that I understand why she did it.”

Uncle Aaron shook my hand and Aunt Dee kissed me on both cheeks. “We have a flight to catch,” she said with an apology and then they walked out of the funeral home.

Mary and I had a flight to catch as well. I tossed Antsy my Mustang’s keys. “Don’t wreck my car,” I told her. “I stole it from this asshole and its just so satisfying to drive.”

“Will see, big bro,” Antsy grinned and gave us warm hugs. “Don’t wreck New York.”

Mary and I rode with our bodyguard’s to the Airport. Half the guard was coming with us, two to watch the plane and the other four to protect us in New York. I may be paranoid, but Brandon Fitzsimmons knows about the book we’re after and who knows what sort of mischief he may be causing. And it wasn’t just Brandon we needed to worry about. There was a nun lurking about as well.

We arrived at Thun field to find our Gulfstream fueled and ready to go. Our pilots, Joslyn and Lynda were walking about the plane doing their final inspections. Both were wearing slutty stewardess uniforms. Short, blue miniskirts, low cut blouses that left most of their breasts exposed, particularly Lynda with her large tits. Her nipples and piercings pressed hard against the tight, thin material of her blouse.

Our luggage was stowed and Mary and I climbed up the stairs that fold out from the door to find Monique and her friend Lize waiting for us. I thought our pilots found some slutty stewardess outfits, but they had nothing on Monique and Lize’s. Both women wore skirts so short they didn’t even cover the bottom of their asses. You could clearly see their naked pussies beneath the skirt. And the blouses were white bustier that cupped their breasts and left them completely exposed. Red and blue striped ties were around their necks, dangling between the slopes of their exposed breasts.

Monique was a French beauty, her long, curly black hair was piled up one side and fell about her left shoulder, tumbling down across her back and left breast. She was tall and willowy and moved with an exotic grace as she walked up the plane to greet us with passionate kisses that left my cock achingly hard. She was the trophy wife of the previous owner of the plane, Julius Prescott III. Her friend, Lize, was another bored trophy wife and one of Monique’s many lovers.

“This is my sweet, little Lize,” Monique purred, grabbing the other woman’s hand and leading her forward.

There was nothing little about Lize. She was as tall as Monique, and voluptuous. Her tits were large and round, topped with large, pink nipples that were hard as rocks. Her blonde hair was long and straight, and fell down her back in a long, french braid that reached down to the small of her back. Her pussy was shaved smooth and I could see a glint of gold as she walked forward. Her clitoral hood had been pierced by a gold ring.

Monique boasted that her little Lize would do anything Monique asked and she wasn’t kidding. Lize seemed completely at east being so naked before a pair of strangers. “Lize, you’re going to be our stewardess from now on,” I told her. “Whenever we call, you’ll drop what your doing and come over to Thun Field.”

“Oh, I’d love that,” she purred.

“We’ll be taxing now,” Joslyn announced over the plain’s intercom. “Everyone should take their seats for take off.

I grabbed Lize’s hand and led her over to the first seat, sitting down. Lize smiled, rubbing my hardening cock through my slacks, she unzipped me and deftly pulled out my cock, stroking my dick in her hands. The plane started to roll forward as the six bodyguards took their seats behind us and Mary pulled Monique into her lap and started kissing the stewardess, her fingers playing with Monique’s nipples.

Lize knelt down, her mouth warm and wet as she engulfed my cock, sucking hard at my dick. “Fuck,” I moaned. “You are one slutty woman!”

“Ohh, I know,” she cooed. “Alas, my poor husband doesn’t know how to handle my appetites.”

“I’m very good at feeding sluts just what they want,” I said with smile.

“Good,” she purred and sucked my cock back into her mouth swirling her tongue about my cock.

The plane was taxing to the runway, turning a corner and stopped. The engine started to roar, preparing for takeoff, and I pulled Lize up. Her cunt slid down on my cock as the plane accelerated forward, driving Lize into my lap and burying my cock up inside her. I was forced back into my seat as the plane raced forward and Lize was forced onto my cock.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, her cunt squeezing my cock, silkily, as the plane leapt up from the ground and we started climbing.

I sucked one of Lize’s large nipples into my mouth, squeezing her ass. Her hips started to rise and lower on my cock as the inertia forcing us into the chair lessened. Up and down on my cock she rode, feeling so deliciously wonderful on my cock.

“Ohh, you have a nice cock,” she moaned. “Hmm, I am so glad Monique invited me. This is so much more fun than going to some silly fund raiser.”

Monique giggled as she slid off Mary’s slap. “See, Lize. Just like I promised.” Monique’s hands disappeared beneath Mary’s skirt and Mary lifted her ass up allowing Monique to pull off her lacy, black panties. Monique inhaled Mary’s fragrance than threw the panties at us.

They landed on Lize’s magnificent rack a Lize held them to her face, inhaling deeply of Mary’s fragrance. “Umm, your fiancee smells delicious,” Lize sighed. “But your cock feels more delicious in my hungry pussy!”

“Yes, Mary has a tasty clam,” Monique said happily ass she spread Mary’s legs and dove beneath Mary’s skirt to start licking at her pussy.

“Oh, god I love your tongue on my snatch!” Mary moaned. “You fucking little pussy slut! Eat my delicious clam! Devour me! Make me cum all over your beautiful face! I want to see those lips stained with my juices!”

Mary was writhing in her chair as Monique devoured her. Lize was pumping up and down on my cock faster and faster, squeezing her cunt on my cock as she rose up and then slid back down. I pulled her face down and kissed her lips, her tongue eager to play with mine. I slid my hand gripping her ass into her crack, finding her puckered hole and shoving a finger up inside her.

“Ooh, you like playing with my backdoor?” Lize moaned. “Umm, I love it! Maybe you’ll fuck my ass before we land?”

“Absolutely, slut,” I moaned, fingering her asshole as she rode me. “I’m going to cum up inside your cheating, married cunt!”

“Oh, do it!” she moaned. “Umm, my husband cannot satisfy me, but your cock feels so good inside me.” Then she bent lower and whispered in my ear. “My husband and I are trying to have a child, but his little sperm just can’t seem to find my little egg.”

Her words echoed in my head and my balls responded, filling her fertile cunt with a load of my sperm. Her cunt spasmed on my cock as she came, throwing her head back and moaning in pleasure, slamming her hips down and burying her cock deep inside her cunt. Her breasts heaved in front of my face and I captured a nipple, sucking on it as she settled her weight down on me.

“Mhh, you’re making me cum, slut!” Mary moaned next to me and I released the nipple to watch her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, her body shaking as she enjoyed Monique’s tongue on her cunt. Mary stood up, stretching and turned around, “Unzip me,” she ordered and Monique stood up, her face shiny with Mary’s juices and did just that. Mary pulled off her bra until she stood only in her garter belt and stockings.

“God you look so sexy,” I told her, my cock coming to life in Lize’s cunt.

“Ohh, you want to go again?” Lize asked.

“Yeah, but not with you,” I told her. Mary had a pleased smile on her face.

“C’mon stallion, let’s break in our bed and join the mile high club!” Mary grinned, holding out her hand.

“I think we just did,” I pointed out with a smile.

Mary waved her hand, dismissively. “It doesn’t count with sluts.”

Lize got off me, her cunt sticky with my cum and shrugged and pulled Monique to her and the pair started kissing as Mary led me back to the cabin. The bodyguards were starting to get frisky. When we created the bodyguards, we divided them into partners and ordered each pair to fall in love. The pairs were starting to make out and undress each other and as Mary close the cabin door, we could hear the muffled moans of women pleasuring women outside.

“God, you look so sexy in nothing but stockings,” I moaned, pulling off my clothes as Mary spread out on the bed, posing like a pin-up model. Her legs were spread just enough to hint at her wet cunt between her thighs.

She crooked her finger and I crawled naked across the bed, my cock hard. I crawled over her and kissed her on the lips as I settled my weight on her. I nibbled on her lips, then I went lower, kissing down the slopes of her breasts. I circled her breast with my mouth, licking a slow spiral up to her hard nipple. She gasped in pleasure as I sucked the hard nub into my mouth, swirling it around before I released her nipple.

“No,” she panted. “Please don’t stop, Mark!”

But I ignored her, teasing her as I kissed over to her other breast and slowly spiraled around that breast with kisses while Mary begged me to suck her nipple. Finally, I reached the summit and sucked that nipple into my mouth and Mary shook beneath me as she had a small orgasm.

“Oh, Mark!” she panted. “Oh, your lips feel so wonderful!”

I started kissing lower, tracing her ribs, then down across her flat stomach. I stuck my tongue into her cute belly button and she squirmed beneath me as she giggled. I kissed down to the heart of pubic hair above her pussy, enjoying the silky feel on my cheek. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, the best smell in the world. I kissed down her pubic bone and then to her inner thigh, ignoring her pussy.

“Please, Mark!” she moaned. “Please kiss my pussy! Oh, I’m so horny! Please, oh, please!”

“As you wish, my sweet filly,” I answered and kissed her vulva.

“Yes, thank you Mark!” she moaned. “I love you so much!”

I showed my love by licking up her slit, reveling in the flavor of her pussy. Her body shuddered beneath my kisses as I worshiped her beautiful pussy. I sucked her labia into my mouth, running my tongue across the sensitive folds, up to her hard little clitoris. Brushing it with my tongue before sucking her other labia into my mouth. I spread her open, the most beautiful of flowers, and stared into her wet, pink depths before I dived into the feast of her cunt.

“Oh fuck, Mark!” she moaned, her hips writhing in pleasure. “Yes, yes! Oh you’re going to make me cum, hun! Oh, please make me cum!”

I probed my tongue deep into her pussy, rubbing my nose against her clit as she moaned wantonly beneath me. Her body went rigid then she spasmed about me, flooding my mouth with her cum. I drank every drop like I was dying of thirst. She tasted so wonderful. I kept licking until another orgasm spasmed through her.

“Oh Mark, I need to taste you,” she begged.

I rolled onto my back and she straddled my face, lowering her cunt down to my lips. Her breasts rubbed against my stomach as her hands stroked my cock and then her lips devoured my cock. I moaned into her pussy as her tongue swirled around my sensitive head. Then she started bobbing her head, sucking, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth until I was brushing at her throat.

And then she was deepthroating me, her lips pressed against my groin as her throat tightened at my cock. I sucked at her clit, playing with the sensitive pearl with my tongue bringing muffled moans from her lips. She sucked back up on my cock, licking the tip and then she was deepthroating me again. My balls were boiling and as she slid back up I exploded into her lips. She swallowed greedily and sat up, spinning around and straddling my waist.

“I love you, Mare,” I moaned as she sank down onto my hard cock. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips, her mouth salty with my cum as she started to fuck me. I held her tight, my hands running down her back and plump ass as she slid up and down on my body, her nipples rubbing against my chest.

I hugged her and rolled her onto her back, her auburn hair fanning out on the bed, her lips pursed in joy. I captured those lips, her tongue slid into my mouth as her arms wrapped around my body, pressing me to her chest. I thrust into her, sliding my hand down to cup her plump ass, sliding up her thigh as she entwined her legs about my waist.

“Hmm, my mighty stallion!” Mary moaned beneath, her green eyes staring up into mine. “Oh yes, I love my stallion atop me!”

I smiled. “You enjoying your ride?” I panted, reveling in the tight grip of her cunt.

“Yes, yes! Fuck your naughty filly! Ride her hard!” she moaned and then she was kissing me again, her fingernails racking my back as she came beneath me.

Her cunt massaged my cock, drawing me closer and closer to spilling my seed within her. I plunged harder and harder inside her, sucking on her lower lip. I groaned, muffled by her sweet mouth, as my cum spilled into my love. I collapsed atop her, resting in her embrace as she nuzzled at my neck. I rolled onto my back, carrying her so she lay atop me. Her auburn hair fanned across my chest, as soft as silk, as she rested her head on my chest.

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“Master, Mistress, we’ll be landing in twenty minutes,” Lynda announced over the speaker, “so, please, wrap up any fucking going on back there.”

I had Lize’s mouth glued to cunt, lapping away as Mark fucked her ass. Every thrust of my randy stallion’s cock drove Lize’s mouth into my cunt. I gripped her blonde curls with one hand, rubbing the sluts face into my cunt, as the other hand wrapped around Monique’s ass. The French slut was sitting on my face, my tongue shoving through her tart flavored cunt.

I could hear the slap of Mark’s groin on Lize’s ass pick up as Mark wanted to cum before we had to stop, driving the slut’s face harder into my own cunt. Her nose was bumping into my clit, sending delicious tremors of pleasure throughout my body. I sucked at Monique’s clit, flicking my tongue about her little pearl as I strove to bring her delicious clam to orgasm.

“Fuck your ass is tight!” Mark moaned. “I’m going to cream in your slutty fucking ass!”

“Ohh yes, ma chérie!” Monique moaned. “Eat my clam! Oh, yes, Jouir de, jouir de!”

Monique started a chain reaction, as her tart juices flowed into my mouth, I felt my own orgasm exploded in my cunt, writhing throughout my body, my juices flooding into Lize’s lips as she nibbled on my labia. Then she was moaning into my cunt, her ass must be clenching on Mark’s cock as she came. And then Mark was grunting, slamming one last time into Lize as he spilled his cum into her ass.

Mark pulled out, his cock dirty and we all scrambled to find our seats. The bodyguards were disengaging from each other. No one had their clothes on. Not even the pilots. During the flight they each took turns coming back to get fucked and we could see them naked through the open door to the cockpit as the plane started to descend into LaGuardia Airport.

After we landed, everyone put on their clothes. The bodyguard’s put back on their slutty cop outfits and belted on their gunbelts. We brought Squad B with us: 15, 16, 23, 24, 32, and 34. We left 23 and 24 to watch the plane with the pilots. Mary kissed both our stewardess. “Thank you for making it such a memorable flight,” she told them. “We plan on leaving at four, New York time, on Sunday. So have fun until then.”

Monique and Lize giggled. They were dressed in their regular clothing. “Shopping on Fifth Avenue,” Monique sighed happily.

“Let’s spend our husband’s money and then find some young studs to fuck us silly!” Lize declared, hooking her arm around Monique and the pair headed off into the airport.

I arrange the transportation. Two NYPD cruisers waited for the bodyguard’s to drive and a limousine. “I asked for the hottest driver they had,” I told Mark. “So finger’s crossed that we get a looker.”

Mark grinned as we waked up, his arm resting on my hip. I was wearing a tight, red dress that clung to my body. The skirt was short and if I bent over anyone could see I wasn’t wearing underwear. Mark was in his usual jeans, a new pair I bought for him that fit his slimmer body better and made his ass look so scrumptious, along with some band’s T-shirt.

“The Glassners?” a woman asked as she got out of the limo. She was a tall woman with an angelic face and beautiful lips. Her hair was bleached blonde and tied up at the nape of her neck. A black, chauffeur’s cap rested on her head and she was dressed in a traditional chauffeur’s outfit; black slacks, black jacket and white, buttoned-down shirt with a red and orange striped tie.

“Yeah, I’m Mark and this is Mary.”

I looked her up and down and smiled. She had a nice pair of breasts that filled out her shirt quite nicely. “What’s your name?”

“Leah,” she answered with a big smile.

“Well, Leah, you’re going to be our slutty chauffeur,” I told her. “Where’s the nearest sex shop, we need to get you properly dressed.”

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“You must be Monsieur Fitzsimmons?” a graceful woman with olive skin asked with a thick, French accent. She was dressed in a gray habit, belted about her slim waist, a white veil draped across her head, covering her dark hair, and a white stole that hung about her neck, hanging down the front of her habit almost all the way to the floor. “I am Mother Superior Maryam, please come in.” She couldn’t be the Mother Superior, she looked like she was eighteen.

I followed her into the stone building, the floors were covered in worn Persian rugs and led me through the tight corridors to a surprisingly modern kitchen and motioned to a wooden chair at a small table. “Tea?”

“Eh, yes,” I answered. Tea wasn’t my thing, but I didn’t want to be rude. Not when I was here to ask a favor.

She grabbed a porcelain tea pot, steam rising from the spout, and set two porcelain cups before us, pouring the fragrant tea. “Now, you said you were interested in a book, no?” she asked in her heavy, French accent, spooning sugar into her tea. She savored the aroma of the tea and then took a sip.

“Yes, it is called the Magicks of the Witch of Endor,” I answered.

“And why would you want that book, Monsieur Fitzsimmons?”

“Academic research,” I lied. “I have an interest in esoteric texts.”

A dangerous smile appeared on the Mother Superior’s face. “And what is the real reason, sir?”

“Like I said…” Her dark eyes stared at me, suddenly so ancient and wise, pinning me to my seat. How could you lie to a soul that old. I swallowed, trying to think but it was hard. “My wife was taken by a Warlock. A vile man named Mark Glassner.”

She cocked her head, eying me, peering into my soul like a scientist peering at a germ beneath his microscope. “Yes, that is a truth, not the whole truth.”

“No, I just want to get back my wife,” I protested as her eyes bore into me. “Okay, and to get some payback against Mark. But the bastard stole my wife from me. Made her…be his whore.” The surveillance photos Doug Allard took flashed through my mind of Desiree fucking Mark, Mary, the SWAT officers, and all those other women in my house.

“And if you had this book you would, what, defeat Mark and free your wife? And then what would you do? Nothing?” she asked pointedly. “No, I do not think so. I can see the ambition, the lust for power in your soul. You did not come here for Desiree, that is the lie you tell yourself. You came here for power.”

“Of course I want to free my wife!” I shouted, slamming my fist. “And I need power to do it!”

“Why?” she asked. “Your wife does not love you. Deep down you have always known it. She married you for your money and you married Desiree for her beauty. No, you want what Mark has. You are jealous of his power, lust after for, want it for your very own.”

“No, I love my wife,” I protested. I mean, I always had lingering doubts about Desiree’s motivation to marry me. But, I loved her. She was so gorgeous, so generous, how could I not love her.

“Like you loved your first wife?”

Why was she bringing up that slut. My eyebrows furrowed as I puzzled out her intentions. “I did love her,” I carefully said, “until she whored around behind my back and made me look like a complete idiot.”

“And is that why you beat her?”

Fuck, how could she know that. Something burned my hand and I realized my fist was shaking so badly, tea spilling onto my hand. “She didn’t listen,” I protested, setting down the tea cup. “If she only listened, I wouldn’t have had to…correct her.”

That fucking smile played on the bitch’s lips and those eyes seemed to spear right through me, like I was dirt. “And how long would it have been before Desiree would need…correction?” she asked.

My anger was burning inside me. How did this cunt know anything about Maryanne. This fucking slut was standing in the way of me and rescuing my Desiree. My fists were itching. Maybe this bitch needed some…correcting. My eyes glanced to the counter and the block of knives. That would show the bitch.

“Just let me have the book and I’ll do what you fucking nuns can’t seem to do!” My anger exploded out of me and my fist slammed into the table. A mocking laugh escaped her lips. Not fear, not surprise, but derision and dismissal. The gall of this bitch. She doesn’t even respect the fact I could leap over this table and beat her bloody. Or grab one of those knives and really teach her a lesson.

“There is that darkness that drove Maryanne right into the arms of her lover.”

“She was a whore!” I growled. “I gave her everything! Every goddamn thing the cunt wanted.”

“All she wanted was a husband who didn’t beat her,” Maryam calmly answered, sipping her tea. “Go, Monsieur Fitzsimmons, there is nothing for you here.”

The knives were just a few feet away. Let see this bitch refuse me when I have a knife at her throat, the bitch will respect me then. Just get up and grab the knife, Brandon. Don’t let this cunt stand between you and your wife. Take control of your destiny! Her fucking eyes were boring into me. Maybe I’ll cut those fucking eyes out. Make me feel like an insect, cunt. You can’t do that without any eyes.

I bolted up, the chair falling backwards, as I reached for the knife. The bitch didn’t even move, save to sip her tea. The wooden handle was cold and hard and the blade rasped as I pulled it out of the block. Her fucking eyes still bored into me, like I was some piece of filth, a fucking annoying insect. Fine, if I’m an insect, here is my stinger. I lounged forward, stabbing at the bitch.

Motion blurred from the right, pain flared in my right hand and the knife clattered to the floor. A tall man, young and fit, stood next to me, his hand iron on my arm as he squeezed. I groaned in pain, falling to my knees. I looked into the man’s face, full of righteous anger. There was something familiar about his face, about his blue eyes. If he was older, maybe, and wore glasses. And if he was balding and had a fat face.

“Doug?” I moaned through gritted teeth. No, that was impossible. This man could be Doug’s son, certainly, but not my P.I., Doug. I mean, Doug was in his forties and this man was at most eighteen or nineteen and easily seventy pounds lighter than Doug, with a full head of hair and a chiseled jaw.

“Brandon, I should rip your head off,” the man growled, his voice sound just like Doug’s. Maybe a little less gravelly. It was Doug. But how? “Did you even think for a moment what would happen to me when you sent those photos to the media.”

“Wh-why would that b-be a problem?” I stammered. “Please, you’re hurting me, Doug.”

“Because Mark captured me,” the impossibly young Doug growled. “He sent me to kill you, Brandon! Did you give one fucking thought about me. I could be dead right now, no thanks to you.”

“I-I told you he was dangerous,” I squeaked in protested. “Besides, how could he find you?”

“Any idiot could figure out where those pictures were taken from!” Doug snarled, squeezing harder. Fuck, it felt like my bone was about to snap. “You put me in danger. Mark easily could have gone after my wife! But you were too selfish to even give one damned thought about me.”

“I didn’t think…” I started to say, gasping in pain as Doug started to twist.

“Doug, release him,” Maryam calmly said.

The iron grip vanished and I got back to my feet backing away from Doug and the hatred burning in his blue eyes. “Do not come back, Brandon,” Doug warned.

“Monsieur Fitzsimmons, I give you this warning,” Maryam stated. “I know you plan to go to Cologne and get the copy of the book in the possession of Altgrave Bernard. Only pain and suffering lies down that road, Brandon. Forget the Warlock Mark Glassner, forget your possessive lust for Desiree and try and live your life with love. Otherwise, I’m afraid, it is the Pit for you.”

What did this cunt know of anything. I would have my sweet Desiree back. And freed of Mark Glassner’s control, she would love me again. And I will make Mark Glassner pay for stealing her. Then Doug would pay, he obviously told the cunt all about my first wife. And finally, the fucking cunt herself. Maryam, with her name was so close to Maryanne’s, and just as much of a bitch as my ex-wife, would pay for treating me like a piece of dirt. She would pay for making me feel like a powerless insect on her food.

Oh, she will fucking pay!

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“You should have let me kill him,” I growled as Brandon Fitzsimmons fled the Motherhouse.

“No, that is not the way,” Maryam replied sharply. “We should not raise a hand against are fellow men unless we must.”

“And if he gets that other book, if he learns its secrets?” I demanded. I understood just the level of evil Brandon could cause. He would get Mark Glassner’s power but with ten times the ambition that Mark possessed. So much had been revealed to me last night after I was given the Gift. By Maryam and latter by the Angel Sophia in my dreams.

My cock stirred at the memory of the Angel. She shone like bronze as her naked body pressed against me. Her merest touch was enough to cause my cock to spurt and when her pussy embraced my dick, I kept cumming and cumming with every plunge into her tight, wet hole. The Ecstasy it was called, for the touch of an Angel was pure bliss.

Maryam touched my arm, gently. “Brandon has yet to make that transgression. If he claims the book and its secrets, then and only then, will he be our problem, Doug. But he must be allowed his choice. Free will is the greatest Gift endowed by our Creator.”

I snorted. “I didn’t get much of a choice last night.”

“You can give up your Gift at any time, Doug,” Maryam answered. “Do you want to.”

“No, my task is too important,” I answered. It was strange. I once had been very devout Christian. My faith survived my first wife’s death when a drunk driver killed her. But not my second wife. We had only been married three months when she went to bed beside me and didn’t wake up. A brain aneurism, impossible to predict or prevent, the doctor’s told me. Not impossible for God, though. So, I cursed Him and spent many bitter years hating Him.

But I felt God last night when Maryam freed me from Mark’s control. And my faith was suddenly rediscovered, reborn.

Maryam handed me the scrollcase. “You must keep it safe,” Maryam intoned. “As I have kept it safe for two thousand years, now it falls to you.”

“I still don’t understand why I have to hide it,” I told her. “Let me go after Mark. Let me help those nuns sent to face him.”

“Because, the Adversary has learned where we hid the scroll and through his followers, he has been posted that information on Wikipedia for the entire world to see,” Maryam answered. “Because, if Gabriel’s plan fails, the Warlock Mary shall seek me out and this book must not fall into her hands. And who knows what other servants of the Adversary are out there, plotting and waiting.”

“But isn’t there other copies?” I asked, frowning. “You mentioned one in Cologne, in Altgrave’s possession.”

A smile cracked Maryam’s face. “Altgrave is a German noble, not a first name. The one in Cologne and the one in New York are but copies. This is the original, and it possess passages not found in the other copies. It is the coal that shall ignite the hope in mankind once more and nothing must be allowed to extinguish it. I charge you, Doug, to hide this book, to keep it safe in the Wilderness for forty years. Until it is needed.”

“And my wife, she will be joining me?” I asked, remembering Tina’s smiling face. She wasn’t a pretty woman, but when she smiled, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Sister Catherine Sarah has already given her the Gift,” Maryam answered. “She will meet you in London and from there, the two of you must make your own way. Trust no one, tell no one. Just survive the coming darkness and carry the World’s hope into the future.”

“I will,” I said, clutching the scrollcase to my chest. “For the future.”

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Mary and I walked through the campus of New York University, flanked by our four bodyguards. We left Rachel and Leah in the limo, the two girls making out. We had a wild time with the two girls in our hotel room last night. Our chauffeur, Leah, was a wild, adventures girl and Rachel, the shy, blushing bride on her honeymoon. The pair were complete opposites but seemed to have become quite close last night. Hopefully, when we returned Rachel to her husband, he would be happy with his new, sexual adventuresome wife.

We passed a couple of attractive coeds as we walked up to the Institute of Ancient Studies, but the book was more important that fucking some random girls. It was why we flew out to New York City to begin with. We needed to get our hands on one of three copies of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor and master all the magics so we could be armed against any nuns that would try to attack us. We reached the Institute for Ancient Studies, a white marble building on 84th Street.

Inside, we met a cute, Southeast Asian grad student manning the reception desk, a pile of books and notes sat on her desk and she was typing away at her laptop. “Hi, just one sec,” she said. She typed some more and then turned to face us, smiling. “Sorry, working on my dissertation.” She had a round, olive-toned face, framed by short, blue-black hair. A pair of sliver-framed glasses perched on her small nose.

She noticed our slutty cops and blinked. “Is this some frat prank?” she asked, sounding annoyed. “I don’t have time for that crap.”

“No,” I said with a grin. “We need the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.”

She frowned. “Everyone’s after that book,” she muttered as she stood up.

“Who else has asked about it?” I asked.

“This guy, Brandon I think his name was, called earlier this week,” the Asian girl answered. “Um, maybe Tuesday night? I was here working on my dissertation.”

She stood up, leading us into the building. Her name was Samnag Soun. “Everyone calls me Sam, though,” she giggled. She went into a complicated history of the book and the controversies of its dating as we walked, “Some think it was written by Gilles de Rais or Paracelsus. Or even by John Dee. No record of the books existence turn up before the 1500’s you see. However, it is written in Aramaic, in a style consistent with intertestamental apocrypha.”

“What?” I asked with a frown. “The intertestamental what?”

“A period of Hebrew writings that date between the time of the Old Testament and the New Testament,” Sam explained. “Like many of the Dead Sea Scrolls.”

“Do you have the translation of the book?” I asked. I don’t know why I was surprised to find out the book was in some ancient language I’ve never heard of.

“Nothing published, I’m afraid,” she answered. “Not a lot of research has been done with the book. Our copy was only recently found amidst a collection of old books in a cellar in London.”

“And can you read it?” Mary asked, frowning.

“Oh yes,” Sam answered. “I’m a doctoral candidate in ancient Semitic languages. I can speak Biblical Hebrew and Aramaic and I can read Ugaritic and Akkadian cuneiform. I can translate a smattering of other, more rare, Semitic languages. And Koine Greek, of course.” She laughed like we should know why Koine Greek was important.

She led us into a small library, babbling the entire time, through a door that was almost an airlock. “Climate control,” she explained. There were several tables with reading lamps in the center of the room and the walls were lined with tall bookshelves covered with leather bound books. Other shelves had drawers. All were labeled with some complicated catalog system.

Sam made a beeline for one shelf and came back holding a slim book. “Here it is. Bound using techniques common in the fourteenth century and printed on vellum. This book must have been in the possession of John Dee.” She opened the cover and pointed to a strange symbol. Almost like the symbol for a woman, a circle above a cross, but standing on a wavy line with a crescent transfixing the top of the circle and a dot. “The Monas Hieroglyphica, which symbolizes all of creation, was John Dee’s symbol.”

“And who was John Dee?” Mary asked.

“The court magician to Queen Elizabeth,” Sam asked. “And an alchemist. Very influential in the esoteric circles. Some say he conjured the storm that smashed the Spanish Armada and saved England from being conquered.”

Sam turned the page and it was covered in tight, square letters written in fading black ink. “What does it say?”

“Um, let see,” she frowned, reading silently from right to left I noticed. “Its a summoning ritual. To summon Helel ben-Shachar. That’s the Hebrew name for Lucifer. It literally means the Shining One, Son of the Morning.”

Mary reached out and stroked Sam’s face, cutting off an explanation on the origin and etymology of Lucifer’s name. A flush blossomed on the Asian woman’s face and she looked down. “You are quite pretty,” Mary purred. “Would you like to kiss me?”

“I…yes,” the girl muttered, her dark eyes flashing briefly to Mary’s face before she looked back down at the floor.

Mary turned the girl’s face towards her, cupping Sam’s round, beautiful face, and bending down and kissing the girl on the lips. I took the book from Sam’s hand and set it gently on the table and watched as Sam began to kiss Mary back, growing more aggressive as Mary’s power, that made any woman desire her, built within Sam. Soon, Sam’s hands grew more bold, roaming about Mary’s body in the airy sundress she wore today.

Mary broke the kiss and Sam stood there, breathing heavily. “Wh-what did you do to me?” she asked, licking her lips, savoring the taste of Mary’s sweet mouth. “I’ve never felt so…so captivated before. And never with a woman.”

“Because you love me,” Mary told her. “You want to be my slave, and Mark’s as well. You want nothing more than to fulfill whatever filthy, depraved acts we can imagine.”

“Yes, I want that, Mistress,” Sam breathed, trembling before Mary. She glanced at me, swallowed. “How may I please you, Master?”

“Strip.”

Sam wasted no time following my command. She pulled off her t-shirt, some indie band I’ve never heard of, then she shimmed out of her comfortable jeans. Next to her, Mary pulled her sundress over her head, revealing her beautiful, naked body. Sam’s white bra came off, exposing her small, round breasts and hard, brown nipples. Her panties came off, plain white, and exposed a neatly trimmed, black bush that hid the treasure between her legs.

Mary hugged her, their breasts, about the same size, rubbed together. “You are gorgeous,” Mary praised.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Sam blushed. “I’m not half as gorgeous as you are.”

Mary smiled and kissed her on the lips. “That’s a good slut. Now, Master’s cock looks all hard, let’s say we help him out.”

“I’d like that, Mistress,” Sam answered, smiling shyly at me.

I leaned against the reading table as Mary and Sam walked over to me. Mary undid my belt as Sam pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned my fly. Then the two women pulled my pants down and my red boxers, exposing my hard cock. Mary licked her tongue from root to tip and a delicious shiver ran through my body. Sam licked her tongue across the head, gathering the bead of pre-cum there.

“Doesn’t he have a cute cock?” Mary asked, stroking my cock slowly.

“Oh, yes Mistress,” Sam sighed and then her lips were kissing at the tip.

Mary kissed my cock on the other side and they two women’s tongues licked around the head, swirling about the sensitive tip. Their tongues would brush, and then their lips and then they were kissing each other around the head of my cock. It felt so wonderful. Mary grabbed Sam’s hand and guided her to my balls and the two girls played with my nuts. I groaned as Sam’s mouth engulfed my cock and Mary pulled back, smiling encouragingly at the girl.

“Pleasure his cock, slut!” Mary hissed in the girl’s ear, her pink tongue lapping at Sam’s dusky lobe. “You can do better than that. Bob that head and suck. Make your Master cum in your slutty mouth.”

Sam started bobbing her head, sucking hard. “Fuck, that’s great.” I moaned.

“Are you going to cum in this little slut’s mouth?” Mary asked eagerly. “Umm, I can’t wait to kiss her salty lips and drink your cum right out of her mouth.”

I started to move my hips, fucking into Sam’s mouth. Mary grabbed the Asian slut’s head and held it while I started to fuck her harder and harder. My cum was boiling in my balls, desperate to be released. The tip of my cock was brushing the back of her throat with every thrust, while her mouth sucked harder. Her tongue traced around my cock’s head and I shuddered and came in her mouth.

I pulled out, her mouth open and filled with white spunk. Mary grabbed the girl and pulled Sam’s face to her own and kissed the cum-stained lips. Mary’s tongue slid in and came out stained white. Sam’s hands were roaming over Mary’s body, cupping her perky breasts and pinching Mary’s nipples. Mary broke the kiss and pushed the slut’s head lower.

“Umm, suck on my titties,” Mary moaned, lying back on the cold, cement floor, pulling Sam down with her.

Sam sucked at Mary’s dusky nipples, her tongue tracing Mary’s aerola and then her lips would suck as much of Mary’s tit into her mouth as she could while Mary purred in pleasure. Sam’s hand slid down Mary’s side, found her thigh and rubbed it. Then, her hand crept up the inner slope of Mary’s thigh up to her waxed pussy. Mary gasped as Sam found her wet cunt and teased Mary’s hungry hole with her fingers.

“Lower!” Mary panted. “Get down there and make my pussy cum, whore!”

Sam obeyed, sliding lower and lower, kissing down Mary’s stomach and Mary gasped in pleasure as Sam’s lips found her cunt. I watched as the Asian slut’s tongue dug through Mary’s slit, gathering a good coating of Mary’s juices. I knelt behind Sam’s ass, stroked her slim butt, and slid my hand between her legs to find her wet cunt.

“Fuck her cunt!” Mary hissed at me. “Fuck the little slut until she cums on your hard cock, Mark!”

“With pleasure, Mare,” I answered, lining my cock up at her cunt, spreading her dark lips open with one hand to reveal the beautiful, pink flesh hidden within her tight slit.

Sam moaned like a bitch in heat as my cock slid into her cunt. She was so tight. Her cunt hadn’t been fucked that much. The nerd probably spent all her time in college studying and not getting fucked like a good little coed. I thrust all the way into her, delighting in her moans, and watched as Mary writhed on her back beneath Sam’s tongue lashing.

“Is she a good cunt muncher?” I asked Mary as I drew back and shoved my cock back into her tight hole.

“Ohh, she’s a natural,” Mary purred. “You’d never know this was her first time going down on a girl. Mhh, her tongue is long, too. Oh, fuck I’ve never had someone shove their tongue that deep inside me.”

I fucked Sam harder, gripping her ass as I pounded on her cock, watching my beautiful filly grind her cunt into Sam’s face. Mary’s perky breasts heaved as she breathed heavily. Mary had a huge smile on her face as she writhed in pleasure. Sam moaned suddenly into Mary’s cunt and her slutty pussy contracted on my cock as an orgasm exploded through her.

“Holy shit!” she gasped. “Was that an orgasm?”

“Yeah, slut!” I gasped.

“Oh my God, thank you Master!” she panted.

I slapped her ass, a loud stinging slap that left an angry, red mark. “Your mouth is supposed to be on Mary’s cunt!”

“Sorry, Mistress!” she squeaked and buried her face back into Mary’s cunt.

My own orgasm was building as I slammed into the slut. Harder and harder, wanting to fill her dirty cunt with my cum. I plunged into her tight, wet tunnel, every stroke bringing me closer and closer to that sweet release. My body tensed and I groaned as my cum flooded my newest slut’s cunt. I pulled out and lay on the cold concrete next to Mary.

“She’s got a hot little cunt,” I panted.

Mary smiled and kissed her on the lips as she writhed on Sam’s lips. I kissed down her neck to her breasts and captured one of Mary’s nipples as she moaned and panted. Her body went rigid beneath me and then she shuddered and came on Sam’s face. Sam smiled, her face drenched with cum and cuddled up to Mary’s other side as we all enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms on the cold floor of the library.

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“Everything’s ready, Theodora,” Duncan said.

I was sitting on the couch in Kaeden’s living room. Duncan and Kaeden were both members of a Pierce County Sheriff SWAT unit that got compromised by Mark Glassner when they raided his house. Mark gave them orders, turning them into his Thralls, but he never bothered to ensure one of us nuns couldn’t control them. Agnes was controlling Kaeden and I controlled Duncan. On Thursday night, my Sisters and I were so excited. We each placed a SWAT officer under our control. Only three more each to go, no problem we thought. Yet, here we were on Sunday night and only Isabella had managed to get another SWAT officer under her power.

“All the members of your unit will be there?” I asked Duncan sharply. We needed all twelve. That’s what Ramiel told me. Soldiers are needed. Four and four and four. Duncan and the other three under our control had spent all day cajoling and brow beating and convincing to get the other eight members of their unit to have a get together at Kaeden’s house tomorrow night.

“Yes, mam,” Duncan. “They all promised to be here Tuesday night.”

Tomorrow would have been better, but Tuesday night would work. Last night Ramiel taught me the Prayer of Qannow and told me where I would perform the prayer. On Wednesday, I needed to be at the Blue Spruce Motel, room 14. And wait until I heard the door slam in the next room over and perform the prayer on the woman I find in there. My Sisters and I need all twelve of the SWAT officers by Wednesday under our control, so Tuesday night be fine.

On Wednesday it would all be over. I only hope no one gets hurt besides the Warlocks. Ramiel said the SWAT were only the backup plan. My stomach was a knot of nerves, twisting inside me until I felt like vomiting. Please God, let the Qannow prayer work! Please don’t make me send the SWAT unit in. I don’t want innocent blood on my hands! I beg of you God, if it’s your will! Amen.

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I sat on Mark’s lap on the seat of our Gulfstream. We were both naked, my cunt sticky with his cum, as we watched Monique and Lize fuck each other. They had picked up this double-headed dildo and were kneeling on the floor, their asses pressed close together. Each end of the dildo was in their cunts and they were fucking it back into each other, moaning like two bitches.

In the back, I could hear the bodyguards moaning as they fucked and sucked on each other. All six had to abstain this weekend, and they were finally able to relieve their tensions with each other. Sam was back there, as well, busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Sadly, no fun for her. We needed to know what was written in that book.

We were supposed to land at Thun Field, South Hill in about a half-hour or so. It had been a fun weekend New York City. Mark and I visited several amazing art museums, including the Metropolitan Art Museum. Mark was so sweet, not complaining at all as I dragged him to all these amazing art exhibits.

I yawned, I was tired. While it had been a fun weekend, it also had been a long weekend. And tomorrow promised to be a long day. We were holding our second bodyguard tryouts all day on Monday. And then on Tuesday, I had my second wedding dress fitting and the bridesmaids’ dress fittings while Mark had to go to family court to get Desiree’s marriage annulled so she and Allison could get married.

Nothing was going on Wednesday, I realized happily. A nice, peaceful day. Haven’t had one of those in a while.

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My hands were shaking as I picked up the Altgrave’s copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. You did it, Brandon, I congratulated myself. Nothing could stop me now. Blood smeared on the cover and I blinked, seeing the blood on my aching knuckles for the first time. I walked over to the Altgrave’s bathroom, careful to step over the Altgrave.

The blood ran pink down the sink as I washed my bruised knuckles and tried to control my beating heart, slow my breathing. I could feel sweat running down my face and I glanced at my face in the mirror. It wasn’t sweat, I was dismayed to see, but a streak of blood staining my face.

I didn’t want to hurt the old man. But he just wouldn’t listen. Just like Maryanne. I never would have hurt either of them if they would have just listened. If they would have just did what I told them to without arguing. It was really Mark’s fault, anyways. The old Altgrave just kept babbling about his orders. “I can’t let you have the book, Mr. Fitzsimmons. The man on the phone was quite clear on that.”

But that really didn’t matter, now. I had the book. I opened it up, excited to see the knowledge contained within it. There was nothing but tiny, square letters written in fading, brown ink. The letters weren’t even close to English. A hysterical laugh filled the room. Who could be laughing? Surly not the Altgrave. He would never laugh again.

Then I realized it was me.

Well, Brandon, nothing easy is worth doing. The script looks like Hebrew. I just need to find some scholar I can pay to translate it. But first, I really needed to get out of Germany, and maybe get a drink. Having a drink always made me feel better after I was forced to correct Maryanne. You can drink once your on the plane heading back to America, I promised myself. Just one drink, it couldn’t hurt. But I needed to get far away before anyone found the Altgrave. The authorities back in the States never understood that Maryanne made me hurt her. And I doubt the German authorities would be any more understanding that the Altgrave made me kill him.

To be continued…

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Mark founds the Naked Jogging Club to make jogging fun. And he has a lot of fun.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

The Devil’s Pact Side Story: Jogging Club

Day One, Monday, June 10, 2013: Anastasia
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 10.

It was six AM when I slipped out of the house for my morning jog, alone. My husband was still asleep, snoring like a lumberjack sawing wood. I wish Stan would join me, I would bug him to go jogging, to stay in shape, and he would, for a few days. And then his excuse would crop up. “I didn’t get a good night sleep,” Stan would say. Or, “Sorry, Ana, my knee’s hurting.” And for a few weeks I would drop the subject, and then start nagging him all over again and we’d start the cycle all over. It wasn’t fair. Stan expect me to keep in good shape, the least he could do was return the favor.

Age was starting to catch up to Stan. He just turned thirty-one, and his metabolism was losing the war against the junk food I know he eats at work. He didn’t get any junk food at home, only all natural, organic food was allowed in the house, but I knew he was cheating on my wholesome cooking with junk food behind my back. He lied, but Stan was such a bad liar I could see right through him. Particularly, when his lips tasted of Cheetos.

Well, it was better that he cheated on me with food than with one of those hussies at his work.

Which is why I was out jogging in my pink, Lycra tanktop and my black leggings. My Babushka always told me, “My little kotyonok, men are dogs, always sniffing at asses. So make sure your ass is better than any woman around your husband. Then, he will never stray.” My mom would always frown at my Babushka, but me and my cousins would just giggle at her earthy wisdom. And my ass looked very nice in my tight leggings I was proud to say.

My earbuds in, and my iPod loaded with Taylor Swift and Sharon Crow, Beyonce and Rihanna, I jogged down Mountain View Court, the street our house was on, out onto Shaw Road, and turned left. From here I would jog up to 39th Avenue, cross Shaw Road and jog down to Pierce College. I would circle the campus and head for home.

The sun was rising beautifully over Mount Rainier as I made my return, jogging on 39th Avenue as I approached Shaw Road. I reached the intersection, hitting the crosswalk button and waited for the light to change. I could hear cars honking as they drove by over the soulful dulcet of Rihanna’s Unfaithful. The light turned green and got halfway across the road when I saw what they were honking at.

I froze in the middle of Shaw Road. I couldn’t be seeing that?

There, jogging down Shaw Road was a naked man.

He was about my age, late twenties, a little overweight, his fat jiggling as he jogged, and there, flopping between his legs, was a half-hard cock and a pair of balls. Bouncing up and down, side to side, like the trunk of an elephant. There was a naked man jogging down the road, I thought in disbelief. What is going on? I caught a hungry look in his blue eyes as he grew closer and closer. He was staring at me, his eyes running up and down my body. Fear shivered through me, ice water filled my veins.

What do I do? Panic gripped my mind. What do you do when a man is jogging naked at you? I reached for my phone, patting the non-existent pockets of my legging. Panic shivered across my skin, my hairs standing up. I didn’t have my phone. My jogging outfit was too tight for a phone. And it was such a nice neighborhood, I never felt in danger jogging. Until now. Idiot!

He was closer, reaching the light. A car honked. The light had turned red while I stood frozen in the crosswalk, holding up traffic. He was getting closer and closer, reaching the crosswalk, his blue eyes fixed on me. Oh God, what do I do? He started crossing the road, maybe ten feet away. My feet started moving on their own as I saw his mouth open, yelling something. I couldn’t hear what he said over the pulsing beat of Rihanna.

I had to get away. My black hair whipping behind me as I ran.

I glanced back and he was chasing after me, crossing Shaw Road, his cock bouncing about. Oh God, it was harder, poking straight at me, straight at my sex. He was getting excited. I could see his mouth opening, he was yelling something at me, but I still couldn’t hear him over my iPod, over Rihanna. My heart pounded, adrenaline was coursing through my body as I stretched out my legs and really started to run.

The song ended.

“Stop!” A single word, barely heard, in the brief silence between songs.

And I stopped, nearly falling over from my sudden halt, the rubber soles of my shoes squeaking as they slid on the sidewalk. What the hell? Don’t stop, stupid legs! Move! Get Moving! I glanced behind me and he was closer, breathing hard, his fleshy body flushed with exertion. His cock was hard, the head red and angry, rising out out of a forest of brown hair. More hair covered his flabby chest and stomach. Lust shined in his blue eyes. Run! Oh, please legs! Run! My heart was hammering in my chest. He was going to hurt me, rape me! God, he was going to rape me!

I screamed as loud as I could, “Help! Rape!”

The naked man was so close now, walking the last few feet with a confident swagger. He reached out and pulled out my earbuds. “Damn iPods,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “What’s your…name?” Then grabbed his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Sweat gleamed on his naked body, and I could smell his exertion.

“Anastasia Milburn,” I answered. God, his voice was so intense. It seemed to reach into me, touching my soul. How could I resist such a voice. You couldn’t. The voice just had to be obeyed.

“Well, Anastasia, I’m Mark and I’m the founder of the Naked Jogging Club.” His blue eyes roamed my body, a leer on his face. He stretched his back, arms on his side and drew in a deep breath, his cock thrusting obscenely out at me, hard and angry. Oh, please don’t rape me! “And you are the perfect candidate to be the first recruit. So, from now on, you’re part of my club, okay.”

“Sure,” I said. How could I say no to the man. Relief flooded through me. He didn’t want to rape me, he just wanted me to join his club. Then I realized what I agreed to and flushed. “Does that mean I have to…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

His grin broadened, became almost like a boys. “Yep. So start stripping.”

Before I even realized it, I was peeling my Lycra top off, exposing my white sports bra. Mark grabbed my top, freeing me to reach behind my back and find the clasps to my sports bra. I fumbled with the clasp, feeling nervous about exposing myself. Cars were driving by us, honking their horns, yelling obscene things. My breasts were free and to my horror, my nipples were hard as rocks. I moved to cover my small breasts, 32Bs, but Mark grabbed my arm.

“Hmm, those are some nice tits,” he murmured, reaching out to touch me. I flinched away. “You want me to touch you,” his words vibrated in my soul. “You want me to fuck you. You’re getting wet just thinking about it. So, just let me do what I want to you. You want to be my jogging slut, right Anastasia?”

I could feel my panties getting damp with desire. I glanced down at his hard cock. Imaging how it would feel pushing into my cunt, filling me up. What’s wrong with you, Ana. You’re married. You shouldn’t be thinking that, hoping for it. But God, it would feel amazing. He looked a little bigger than Stan. I knelt down, telling myself it was just to untie my shoes so I could get my leggings off. It was just a coincidence that I was getting a good eyeful of his cock and balls.

Up close, his cock was big and powerful, twitching with his heartbeat. I don’t know why I had been so scared of you, I thought. His cock will feel amazing as he thrust it inside me. There was a drop of clear liquid beading at the tiny slit at the crown of his dick. I licked my lips, part of me wanting to stick out my tongue and taste Mark’s pre-cum, to suck his dick into my mouth and bob my head. Get a grip, Ana, you’re on a busy street. I finished untying my shoes and stood up.

I peeled off my tight leggings and my powder blue panties in one motion, exposing my naked body to the entire world. I bent down, making sure Mark could see my ass and pussy and my bush getting matted with my excitement. I wanted Mark’s cock, God help me. I wanted it so bad. I wouldn’t object if he took me right here.

“Your pussy hair’s blonde,” Mark blinked. “You dye your hair black?”

I nodded. “I don’t like being blonde,” I said. “Everyone thinks you’re a bimbo.”

Mark laughed. “So many women would kill to be blonde and you go and dye your hair.”

I smiled, pulling on my shoes.

“All right,” Mark said, staring lustfully at me as I retied my jogging shoes. “Head home, and I’ll follow. I want to stare at the ass. It’s so nice and tight.”

I could feel his hungry eyes the entire jog back to my house. I put a roll to my ass, as sexy a sway as I could manage while jogging. My small breasts bounced uncomfortably and I missed wearing the sports bra clutched in my right hand. But Mark wanted me naked, and there was a certain freedom in showing my assets, especially my tight ass, off to the world.

My Babushka was right, men loved sniffing at another woman’s ass. “Men will come sniffing at your ass, my little kotyonok, and that can be much fun.” There had been such a wicked smile on her wrinkled, old face when she told my cousin’s and I that and we all tittered at her naughty intimation. Well, Stan, you didn’t want to come jogging, and now another man’s come sniffing at my ass. And I was going to have some fun, I thought with a wicked smile.

Soon, I reveled in every car honking, every lewd shout. All these people were just jealous that they didn’t have the courage to be as free as us. My elation faded, however, when the flashing lights of a cop car pulled up and a stern looking man got out of the car. Oh no, what would Stan think when he found out his wife was jogging naked. With a strange man. I couldn’t go to jail.

“Hi, I’m Mark Glassner,” Mark shouted at the cop, “whatever I do is legal! If anyone says, ‘I’m Mary Sullivan.’ or ‘I serve Mark Glassner’ do what they say.”

“Yes, sir,” the cop saluted and got back in his car and drove off.

Mark had a grin on his face and he smacked my ass. “Keep jogging, slut,” he barked at me, “I want to fuck that cunt.” His words shivered through my body, I was his slut. I was Stan’s wife, but I was Mark’s slut.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me,” I heard myself husk back. I was such a slut.

The thrill, the excitement, pushed me to jog faster. Mark was struggling to keep up, as excited as I was. I was his motivation, I realized. He needed my ass, the promise of my cunt, to keep him going. He looked fairly new to jogging, he was definitely out of shape. I was honored to be his motivation and I flashed him inviting smiles as I ran, shaking my pretty ass, urging him to keep up, to claim his reward.

We reached my house. “I live just across the street,” Mark said, pointing.

“Oh, isn’t that the Fitzsimmons house?”

“I took Brandon’s house from him, but kept his wife,” he said. “She’s a great fuck.”

“Is Desiree one of your sluts?” I asked. Like me, I wanted to add but just didn’t have the courage.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “One of my many sluts.” He groped my ass. “No, let’s get inside your house so I can get inside your cunt.”

I opened the door and he grabbed me, pulling my body against his and kissing me on the lips. His mouth forcefully captured mine, sticking his tongue past my lips. His hard cock pressed into my stomach, my hard nipples pressed against his hairy chest, being tickled by his curly hair. His hands squeezed my ass, kneading my cheeks. My husband was upstairs, asleep, and I was making out with another man, naked. A naughty shiver ran up my spine.

Mark broke the kiss and I squirmed out of his grasp, backing out of the doorway, dropping my clothes on the floor. He stalked after me and it was so thrilling. He was chasing me all over again, just like when he chased me down the road. I fled into the kitchen, but I wasn’t fast enough and he caught me, pushing me against the island counter in the center of the kitchen, bending me over it, his hand stroking my ass.

Upstairs, I could hear my husband walking about. Fear spiked in me. There was a gurgling sound as he started the shower and water moved through the pipes. “No, my husband’s awake early,” I gasped. “You’ll have to go.”

“Fuck that,” Mark growled and then he was inside me and I was moaning as the pleasure filled my body. His cock felt amazing, better than I could imagine.

Fear and lust battled within me. Oh god, it was so amazing. Stan was upstairs, showering, probably whistling some stupid show tune, while I was down here, his loving wife, getting fucked hard by the man who made me his slut. Mark was fucking me powerfully, not caring that my husband might finish his shower and walk downstairs any minute and catch him. Not caring that Stan might hear the slap of flesh, our sighs and moans, and come downstairs to investigate.

“Fuck,” I gasped, “oh fuck this is so wrong!”

“That’s what makes it feel so good, slut,” Mark growled and fucked me harder and harder.

His balls were slapping against my clit, building my pleasure more and more as his cock felt so amazing inside my cunt. “Yes, yes, fuck me!” I hissed. “Oh, fuck you’re a naughty, little slut!”

The island creaked from the force of Mark’s thrusts, the cabinet doors rattled as my knees were knocking into them. God, I felt so good, so naughty! I loved my Stan, but Mark was making me feel so fucking alive! I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I let Mark fuck me. My orgasm was building and building, every thrust of his cock, every slap of his balls on my clit, brought me closer and closer.

The shower upstairs shut off. “Oh no,” I gasped as fear surged through me. Stan couldn’t see this, it would break his heart. “You have to hurry!”

I could hear Stan moving around upstairs. He would be getting dressed, then coming downstairs for his coffee. I had started the pot before I left for my jog. I glanced at the coffee pot, imagining my husband walking in, making it halfway to the coffee pot in his half-awake daze and then realizing that his wife was getting her cheating cunt pounded on by a strange man. This was so fucking wrong! I slammed my hips back against Mark and let out a stifled moan as my orgasm exploded throughout my body.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, please hurry, Mark!”

The bedroom door closed. Oh, no he was coming! Mark slammed into me once, twice. The footsteps were nearing the stairs. Then Mark was cumming inside me, his hot cum flooding my slutty cunt. The stairs creaked and I moaned as Mark yanked his cock out of me and. There was a huge grin on Mark’s face, and then he turned and raced for the front door.

“Tomorrow, my house, be naked!” he shouted as he reached the door.

“Yes,” I happily answered.

Mark opened the door and slammed it. “Honey, you back,” my husband called, hearing the door close.

I was right behind Mark, pulling on my leggings over my shoes then grabbing my top, pulling it over my breasts and turned around as my husband walked up, looking half-awake in his sweat pants, his hair damp from his shower. I could feel Mark’s cum leaking into the fabric of my leggings, soaking the spandex material as my husband bent down and kissed me on the lips.

“Have a nice jog, Ana?” he asked as he walked by. I sighed in relief, he didn’t notice my underwear on the floor or smell the semen leaking out of my cunt. Stan wasn’t alive in the morning before his second cup of coffee, thank God.

“Yeah, it was quite thrilling!” I said with a smile. “I’m going to take a shower, I’m all sweaty.”

“Okay, Ana,” he said. I could hear him pouring a cup of coffee. I grabbed my underwear and raced upstairs to wash the evidence of my adultery off my body.

Day Two, Tuesday, June 11, 2013: Madeleine
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 13.

I wondered how Louise was doing as I jogged out of my driveway.

On Sunday, I had found the poor girl sitting in her car watching my next-door neighbor’s house. Louise had said her husband, some cad named Mark, was shacking up with Desiree Fitzsimmons, my neighbor. Desiree was Brandon’s second wife. The hussy clearly didn’t marry Brandon for his looks. And now she had another guy shacked up with her.

So I invited Louise to stay in my house, I felt so bad for the poor dear, and when I got home from work yesterday, she was gone. There was some commotion at the Fitzsimmons house last night. The police and ambulances showed up and when I woke up this morning, the news reported that Louise had tried to kill Mark last night. The poor, sweet dear. It would be just like a man to get a woman so riled up she’d try and kill him.

I knew what that was like when I caught my Albert in bed with his secretary, and was itchin’ to kill the both of ’em. But, I was a good Christian woman, so I kicked him and his hussy’s ass out of my house and slapped him with divorce papers. Last I heard, he had knocked the stupid bimbo up and they were making each other miserable.

I reached the end of my street and turned onto Shaw and stopped in surprise. There was a naked man and woman not ten feet in front of me. “St. Peter’s ghost,” I gasped. It was Mark, that disgusting hound dog that drove poor Louise to her wits-end, and…Anastasia from across the street. Poor Stan. He was such a nice guy, shame his wife was some sort streakin’ hussy.

“Stop,” Mark said and I froze. His words seemed to reach right inside me and froze my legs in place. “Hi, aren’t you a pretty one.”

“Hi Madeleine,” Anastasia said. “She lives next door to you, Mark.”

“Do you think she should join our club?” Mark asked her.

“Oh, definitely,” Anastasia said and hugged me, rubbing her naked body against me. “It’s great, Madeleine. You get to jog naked. And afterwards, Mark fucks you with his cock.”

“What kind of back alley tramp do you take me for, sugar?” I demanded angrily. My eyes flickered down to his hard cock pointing at me. “I am a God-fearing, good Christian woman. Not some sort of…of jogging floozy.”

“The kind that wants to join my club,” Mark said, a boyish grin on his face. “You want to, don’t you. You can’t wait to strip off your clothes and enjoy the freedom of running naked. Your pussy’s getting wetter and wetter just thinking about my cock filling your cunt, fucking you until you have a mind-numbing orgasm.”

I could feel my cooter moistening. It was like a levy broke and flooded the gusset of my panties. Oh God, I was suddenly as randy as a goat. “I would like to join your club,” I muttered. Why did I say that. It was his voice, so deep and powerful that it resonated within me. My eyes again were drawn to his hard cock. What would it feel like inside me, filling me up.

“What’s the magic word?” Mark asked with a smirk.

He wanted me to beg. I wicked thrill went though my body and I felt as wanton as a cheerleader after homecoming. “Please, sugar,” I husked, “let me join your club. Pretty please.”

“Since you asked so nicely with that delightful Southern drawl of yours,” Mark said. “Welcome to club.”

Well, I guess I better start stripping. I felt as slatternly as an Old Miss sorority girl at a frat party as I pulled of my tanktop. My face burning, as I released the clasp on my sports bra, exposing my tits. They were still a great pair, I thought, maybe not as perky as they were when I was eighteen, but still were quite fetching. A car honked as it drove by and I saw pink flushing Anastasia’s face. I guess she wasn’t as nonchalant about about being naked as she pretended.

Mark smacked my ass, giving my plump cheeks a squeeze. The older I got, the harder it was to keep my ass as tight as a teenagers. My breasts bounced about as I jogged, up and down, uncomfortably so. Anastasia jogged next to me, and I kept glancing at her small, perkier breasts as they bounced. There was something almost hypnotic about a woman’s breasts bouncing up and down.

“Are you a budding dyke?” Mark asked me. He was behind us, staring at our asses to motivate him to keep jogging.

“I’m no rug muncher, sugar,” I answered, flushing at getting caught staring at another woman’s tits.

“Your mouth is just salivating to munch of Anastasia’s rug, slut,” Mark said and I found myself licking my lips, my eyes wandering down to Anastasia’s rug and I realized she was a natural blonde. Why would she dye her hair black, her pubic hair looked as soft and yellow as cornsilk. I wondered what she tasted like. I remember tasting my own honey when I was a teenager and first discovered ticklin’ my cooter.

My honey was leaking down my legs by the time we reached my house, my curly pubes must be positively matted with my desire. I jogged up to my door, my cheeks red. Anyone of my neighbors could see just how wanton I had suddenly become if they looked out their windows. My keys were in my shorts pocket and I was fumbling through the bundle of clothes I clutched in my hand when Mark pressed up behind me, his cock hard on my ass.

“Hmm, I can’t wait any longer to feel your cunt on my cock,” Mark growled in my ear.

“Out here, Mark?” Anastasia nervously asked, glancing across the street to her house. “What if my husband sees me.”

“You said he doesn’t usually wake up until eight,” Mark told her, I could feel his cock between my legs, brushing against the lips of my wet cootch. “Plenty of time,” he moaned as his dick pushed up inside me. I moaned, he felt so wonderful inside me as he took me right there on his porch, like a bull mounting his heifer.

“He woke up early yesterday,” Anastasia pleaded. “We almost got caught.”

Mark was slowly fucking me and he pulled Anastasia mouth to his and kissed her. “You want to be a good wife and spare your husband pain, right?”

Anastasia nodded. She gasped as Mark’s hand cupped her crotch and began ticklin’ her cooter. “Yes, I love him. I don’t want him to know about…us.”

“Well, you’re my slut,” Mark said forcefully, fucking me a little harder. “And my sluts get fucked whenever and wherever I want them to.”

“Okay,” Anastasia nodded. Then her face transformed into such wantonness, and she moaned, “Umm, your finger feels good inside me.”

“Maybe your husband is watching right now,” Mark whispered. “Watching you from a window. How do you think he’d feel, knowing his wife is being such a slut for me.”

“Don’t say that,” Anastasia pleaded. “He’d hate me.”

Mark was fucking me faster, my breasts were rubbing against the painted wood of my door. Every thrust of his dick felt better than the last, rubbing wickedly against my sensitive walls. I heard my self yowling like a cat in heat getting mounted by a tomcat. I started pushing back with my hips as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger inside me.

“Maybe he’ll pull his little dick out and jerk it, wishing he could make you into his slut,” Mark moaned as he pounded my cooter. “Wishing he had the stones to make you his bitch! All while he’s envying me for making you so such a wanton slut!”

“Yes, yes!” Anastasia moaned, her tits heaving as an orgasm trembled through her body. “Oh, my Stan! Make me your slut!”

Mark pulled his fingers out of her cunt and licked her juices off his finger. “When we finish here, why don’t you go to your husband and see if he’s man enough to make a slut out of you.”

A smile broadened Anastasia face. “I will, Mark.”

Mark was really pounding my cooter, every plunge of his cock made my nipples rub roughly against the door, adding spice to the orgasm cooking in my womb. Anastasia’s panting face was so close to mine, her lips red and enticing. I felt so wicked, so wanton. I leaned over and captured her lips in a kiss. It was my first time kissing a woman, and her lips were so soft, so gentle as she kissed me back.

“You cunt feels great,” Mark groaned into my ear. “Do you want me to cum in your cunt? I bet you do. I bet you want nothing more than my cum flooding your juicy cunt!”

Oh god, I wasn’t on the pill. I didn’t have my diaphragm in. But God did I want his seed inside me, even if he might get pregnant. I was so hot for it. I broke the kiss, and wantonly husked “Yes, please, fill my cooter up, fill up my cunt! It’s as eager as a beaver gnawing on a log for your seed, Mark!” My admission triggered my orgasm and I moaned my pleasure for all the neighborhood to hear.

I could feel Mark’s cum flooding my cooter, flooding my fertile womb. His sperm could be swimming up to my womb, to where a fertile little egg waited to be penetrated. “Take my cum, slut!” Mark groaned, slamming his cock into me again, and again, and one last, hard thrust before he pressed up against my back, breathing hard.

As we stumbled into my house, Anastasia grabbed me and lead me to my couch. She pushed me down, knelt and spread my thighs and began eating the creamy mess Mark left inside me. Her tongue felt amazing on my labia. My husband would never dream of going down on me, and none of my past boyfriends would either. Getting your rug munched felt so amazing. Anastasia’s tongue explored all over my cooter, sucking on my lips, nibbling on hard little pearl, and spreading me wide open and digging her tongue deep inside me.

Mark was kneeing behind Anastasia, lining up his cock at her eager cooter. Anastasia moaned into my cootch as Mark slid inside her. Soon there would be a creamy mess in Anastasia’s rug for me to clean up, and I couldn’t wait to return the favor.

Day Three, Wednesday, June 12, 2013: Belinda
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 15

“Come on, mom,” Cassie cajoled, jogging backwards. The girl had too much energy and sixteen years on me.

Cassie was almost a spitting image of me at sixteen. We had the same, beautiful shade of honey-brown hair; Cassie was still long and tied back in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy, while mine was shorter, in an easier to manage haircut. Cassie had my dainty nose, my pouty lips, and my delicate cheekbones. She had her father’s hazel eyes, and her build was slim and lithe, just like my mother-in-laws. She didn’t get her mother’s curves, that’s for sure. I often caught her envious stares at me D Cups and she would whine about how small her breasts were.

“C’mon slowpoke,” Cassie said with a mischievous smile.

“Slowpoke,” I said in mock outrage. “Is that anyway to address your mother! I ought to tan your backside!”

“You’d have to catch me first, mom,” Cassie said and turned back around and sprinted away.

Even after sixth months of jogging with Cassie, I didn’t have anywhere close to her endurance. When I decided I needed to get in better shape, Cassie volunteered to keep my company while I jogged. Truthfully, I would have quit ages ago if Cassie didn’t seem to look so forward to our morning jogs. I had finally found a way to hang out with my babygirl again, and it was worth all the sweat and pain of jogging. Besides, my efforts had started to pay off. I’ve lost thirty pounds, most of it off my ass and stomach, and I was feeling sexy again. And Oscar, my husband, was enjoying the results almost nightly, now.

“Belinda, your ass is looking as great as it did when you were twenty,” Oscar told me just last night, when he came up and rubbed my ass through my nightie. “As beautiful as the night we made Cassie.”

We were pretty sure I got knocked up on our honeymoon, or maybe right before the wedding. Cassie was earlier than we planned, apparently the pill isn’t one hundred percent. Our first few years of marriage were a little rocky, and money was very tight until Oscar got a few promotions under his belt. And now, I wouldn’t have had it happened any other way. Cassie was growing up to be such a fine young lady.

We reached the light at 39th Avenue and Shaw Road and waited for the light to turn green.

“Mom?” Cassie said, tugging at my shirt sleeve. There was a panic, urgent tone to her voice.

Cassie was looking across Shaw Road where three people were jogging naked. I blinked in surprise. There were two women, one was a black-haired woman in her late twenties and the other was a brunette in her early thirties, who was maybe a year or two younger then myself. Behind them was a naked man, his cock obscenely hard, bouncing about in front of him as he jogged. They were just reaching the crosswalk across Shaw Road from us.

“Mom, their naked!” Cassie gasped in a strangled tone, then looked down at the ground, her face flushing.

Cassie flushed like a girl who’d never seen a cock before. She always claimed she was a virgin, and I never questioned her claim. When I was her age, I already had lost my cherry and had a pregnancy scare. The condom had broken and for two weeks I was in a panic that I was pregnant. Then my period came, two days late, to my great relief. My life would have been so different if Billy Caldwell had knocked me up at sixteen and I hoped my daughter would make some better life choices.

Why were they naked? Maybe there was some naked jogging event going on, today. You always heard about those up in Seattle and maybe they’ve spread south. Or maybe that was a naked bike ride they had up in Seattle? I couldn’t remember. I looked up Shaw Road, expecting to see more naked jogger that I failed to notice the light changed and when I glanced back at the naked trio, they were halfway across Shaw Road, the black-haired woman waving friendly at us.

“Hi,” I said, nervously.

The man had a hungry smile on his face and suddenly fear clutched my heart and I grabbed Cassie and pushed her behind me. “I’m Mark, who’re you?” he introduced himself, pushing ahead of the two naked women.

“Belinda,” I found myself answering, “and this is my daughter, Cassie.” Wow, that voice was so…so powerful. So mesmerizing.

His grin grew hungrier. “Hmm, there something sexy about a mom and daughter, together,” Mark leered suggestively and I flushed. That’s disgusting. “I want the two of you to join my jogging club.”

Of course I would join his club.

“Do we have to be naked?” my daughter asked as she trembled behind me.

“Of course,” Mark laughed. “It’s the Naked Jogging Club. I know, I know, not the most original name.” He shrugged. “The good news is, not only do you get to feel the excitement of being naked in public, your cunts are growing wet just thinking about my hard cock inside you. You two are my jogging sluts, aren’t you.”

Oh God, I loved my Oscar, but I have never been hornier in my life for a man. “Yes, I want to be your slut.” Was that my voice that sounded so sexy? I rubbed my thighs together, my twat was getting all wet and itchy. I needed a good fucking and Oscar wasn’t around and Mark’s cock looked more than adequate. I grinned, in fact, it looked like the perfect tool to fix the itch in my twat.

“Oh yes, I’ll be your slut!” My sweet Cassie sound so slutty. She was still pressed against my back and I swear I could feel her nipples harden through her top and sports bra.

“Then welcome to the club,” Mark said. “And good sluts are always horny for another woman’s pussy, even if she’s related.”

A naughty flush went through my body as I eyed the two, naked women, drifting down their lush bodies to their fur-covered muffs. Then my eyes drifted over to my babygirl as she undressed. I wondered what her pussy tasted like. What it would feel to have my sweet Cassandra licking at my slutty cunt.

The black haired woman hugged me. “I’m Anastasia, and this is Madeleine. And you will not be disappointed by Mark. Yesterday, he fucked us so hard. And then, when I got home, I begged my husband to treat my like a little slut! Oh, it was so satisfying. My Stan got so into it. He took charge like a real man. Last night, he had me make him dinner wearing only an apron. And then I was desert.” She touched my wedding ring. “You should try it. The only thing better than being your husband’s slut, is being Mark’s!” she said with a wink.

I bet Oscar would love it if I was his slut. I glanced back at my daughter who was pulling off the pink sports bra that contained her perky, B Cup breasts. The little slut was horny, her nipples were hard, and I was so proud of my babygirl as I saw the hungry grin on Mark’s face as his eyes feasted on her tits.

“Let’s get that top off, sugar,” Madeleine said in a delightful, Southern drawl. She had a beautiful face and a wicked smile played on her lips. She was grabbing the hem of my shirt and I let her pull it up over my head. She deftly undid my gray sports bra and my big, D Cup breasts spilled out. “Sugar, the Lord gave you one beautiful set of hooters.” I shivered in pleasure as the Southern woman ran a finger around my large areola, brushing my fat nipple.

“I know, s’not fair,” Cassie vented. “The only two things I got from my dad were hazel eyes and small tits like grandma. Everyone on mom’s side of the family has huge knockers.”

Mark reached out, kneading her perky tip, his thump swiping across her hard little nipple. “You got a sexy pair of tits,” Mark told her and she flushed, pleased.

“Where’s all your pubic hair, young lady?” I gasped when Cassie’s baby blue boy shorts came off. She was shaved bare, her slit tight like a little girls.

“I shave it,” Cassie said, rolling her eyes. “Everyone shaves their coochies, mom. Jeez.”

“Have you let some boy stick his dick up your cunt,” Mark asked.

“Yeah,” Cassie admitted, sheepishly.

I guess she really was me at sixteen.

Mark jogged behind us ladies, staring at our asses. We barely had jogged a hundred yards when Cassie gasped in shock and pointed down the road. There was a news van parked across the road and a cameraman filming us. A strange exhilaration burned through me as I realized some complete stranger was filming me naked.

“Fuck,” Mark muttered, examining the situation. “Well, she’s probably hot.” I furrowed my eyes, wonder what Mark was talking about, and I saw a second figure in a pink blouse. “Ladies, jog back to Madeleine’s and go home. We’ll meet there at six tomorrow morning.”

“You’re not going to fuck me?” I asked, then flushed. I couldn’t believe I asked him that. But I was so horny, I really needed his dick in me.

“I’ll fuck you and your daughter tomorrow,” Mark grinned.

Maybe when I get home, I’ll convince Oscar to make me his slut and take a sick day. We could spend the entire day in bed, doing whatever nasty things my Oscar wanted. I glanced at Cassie and a terrible, depraved thought filled my mind. Maybe she should stay home, sick, too. After all, we were both sluts, now.

Day Four, Thursday, June 13, 2013: Cassie
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 16

I out distanced the others as we turned onto Mountain View Court. I was just so excited to get fucked by Mark. It’s all I thought about last night. My poor little pussy was still a little sore from how many times I petted my kitty. And so I had to wait, breathless, on Madeleine’s porch for Mark and my mom, for and Anastasia and Madeleine.

Yesterday had been so wild. Even though I didn’t get to fuck Mark, when we got home my mom begged dad to let her be his slut. And dad was more than happy to let her. It was kinda disgusting and kinda hot all at the same time. My mom got dad all hot and bothered then told him she’d love to see him fuck me. I didn’t have a problem with that, my dad was so handsome and kind. Not like the boys at my school who just want to get off inside me. I knew my dad would make feel so amazing.

Turned out my dad didn’t have a problem with it, either. Fuck, I came so hard for dad. And then mom surprised us both by giving me a second orgasm as she licked my little kitty-cat clean. Dad was roaring to go after that and mom mounted his cock and rode him hard. My dad was grunting like an animal, calling mom such filthy names and she loved it. When they finished, mom taught me all about how to lick another woman’s pretty kitty. And mom tasted wonderful, sour and sweet all at the same time, mixed with daddy’s salty flavor.

“Hurry up!” I shouted eagerly as the adults finally rounded the corner. I was so excited, I was dancing on the balls of my feet, my kitty drenched with my juices.

It was fun watching their breasts bounce up and down, and Mark’s cock was swaying and bouncing. I licked my lips, rubbed my thighs together. I couldn’t wait to feel Mark’s cock up my pussy. I was his slut, and a good slut needs to feed her kitty a lot of dicks. That’s what Jodi Miller said in the girls bathroom a few days ago. And she should know, she was the biggest slut in school.

I threw myself at Mark, pushing past Madeleine, and hugged him. Letting him feel my hard nipples rub against his hairy chest, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. I kissed him greedily as Madeleine opened the door. Then I jumped up and wrapped my legs around Marks’ waist, my hot little kitty rubbing wetly on his belly and he carried me inside.

“Eager slut,” he growled and threw me onto the couch. “Sit on your slutty daughter’s face.”

“Ohh, I’d love that,” mom moaned.

Meanwhile, Madeleine and Anastasia were sitting on a recliner, Anastasia in Madeleine’s lap and the pair were making out madly. Anastasia was caressing Madeleine’s tits, another pair of breasts larger than my little B cups. Ugghh, why did I have to take after my dad’s side of the family. Mom has these amazing tits. Large and pillowy, they swayed so sexy as she walked. Her slightest motion made them jiggle. I practically had to do jumping jacks to get any jiggle out of my tits. Madeleine’s hand was roaming Anastasia’s ass, now, squeezing her cheeks, her finger dipping into Anastasia’s crack.

Then my view was blocked as mom’s sleek thighs straddled my face, and her shaved kitty lowered down to my eager lips. Yesterday, my mom had a well groomed, brown bush. But daddy loved my shaved kitty so much, mom asked me to show her how to shave it. I had a lot of fun lathering up her bush and carefully shaving her lips with a razor. When I was all finished, I gave her kitty a nice lickin’ and mom gushed all over my face.

I started lickin’ my mom’s kitty as Mark’s cock thrust into my pussy. I moaned into my mother’s pussy as Mark filled me up so deliciously, his cock rubbing all the best places inside me. I drank my mom’s delicious flavors, sour and sweet, rubbing my tongue all over her pussy. I sucked her large, drooping labia, nibbled on her tiny clit, and jammed my tongue into her wet hole.

“Oh yes, eat mommy’s pussy! Mmm, my babygirl’s such a great muff diver. Ohh, you’re making mommy feel so great, you slutty child!”

Mark was pickup the pace, fucking me harder. I could feel his balls slapping against my taint. Every thrust of his cock felt better than the last as my entire cunt began to burn with pleasure. I started moving my hips, matching Mark’s rhythm. His cock rubbed all over my tight cunt and I started squeezing down on him as he thrust in.

“Such a tight pussy!” Mark moaned and I felt a surge of joy. I was making him happy, like a good slut. “God, I love teenage cunt!”

I slurped on my mom’s delicious juices as Mark pounded my cunt. Mom started wiggling her hips on me, rubbing her cunt all over my face as I brought her greater and greater pleasure. I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm when Mark pulled out of my pussy, leaving an aching emptiness inside my kitty.

“No!” I moaned in disappointment. “Please, put it back in! I was so close! My kitty needs to be fed some man-milk! She’s so hungry!”

Then I felt Mark raise my hips up a bit, his hard cock pocking at my ass crack. “You ever been fucked in the ass, Cassie?”

“No,” I answered, feeling a little scared. But I shouldn’t be. I was Mark’s slut, and a good slut takes it up the ass, or at least that’s what Jodie Miller always said. And she should know, she fucked the entire first string of our varsity football team at a party.

“How ’bout you, Belinda?” Mask asked my mom

“Yes,” mom answered. “Oscar always wanted me to, but I always said no. But last night, he reminded me I was his slut. And it felt so amazing, Cassie. You’ll love it, babygirl.”

I felt soft fingers caressing my kitty, soft as a mother’s caress. Then mom bent over and we were sixty-nining as Mark pushed his cock against the tight ring of my asshole. I groaned into my mom’s kitty as my ass was invaded. God, I thought he felt big in my pussy, but he felt enormous in my ass. And it was so weird, almost like I was pooping in reverse. A strange tingle slowly started to radiated from my ass as Mark’s cock slid slowly in and out of my tight ass. It started to feel better and better as Mark fucked in and out of my ass, slowly picking up speed.

My mom’s tongue flicked at my clit, and my orgasm was nearing again. My clit vibrated as my mother moaned her orgasm into me, her juices flooding my eager mouth. Mark was fucking my ass hard and fast, mom’s tongue swirling about my clit. It was too much, mom’s tongue felt wicked on my kitty and Mark’s cock felt amazing as he reamed my ass, I was going to cum. Stars danced before my eyes as I bucked beneath my mom, my ass clenching on Mark’s cock. My screams of passion were muffled by my mom’s juicy kitty.

“Fucking tight teenage ass!” Mark moaned, and then I felt him, hot and wet, shooting his cum into my ass.

He pulled out and then my mom was off me. I sat up on my elbows and watched as he led mom to another chair. He sat down and I watched in amazement as mom started licking his dirty cock clean of my ass. My mom was tasting my ass! God, she was such a slut. Madeleine was suddenly standing over me, her face sticky with Anastasia’s juices and she slapped my ass.

“You’re leaking cum onto my couch, girl,” Madeleine said, angrily. “Did your parents learn you no manners, sugar?”

“Oh, shit, sorry,” I gulped, standing up. I could feel the cum running greasily out of my ass and down to my taint.

“And don’t swear in my house, sugar,” Madeleine said, sternly. “I’m a good Christian woman, and I’ll not abide a foul mouth.”

“Okay, sorry,” I said, intimidate by the woman and her accent.

She sat down and spread her legs, revealing a brown furred kitty. “You can forgive me by give my cooter a good lickin’.”

“What’s a cooter?” I asked, frowning.

“My pussy, sugar,” she purred. “My wet, horny pussy.” She ran a finger through her bush, pushing a pussy lip to the side and exposing the wet, pink flesh of her kitty.

I smiled, licking my lips. “I can do that, Madeleine.”

“That’s Mrs. Rowe to you, sugar,” she corrected as I knelt down and she pulled my face into her furry kitty. My tongue licked across her tangy-spicy slit. “Hmm, you’re like a pretty cat lapping at a saucer of milk,” Madeleine moaned as I lapped at her delicious pussy.

I felt hands spreading my asscheeks and then a tongue licking at my ass, swirling about my puckered asshole, sending delicious tingles through my body. I glanced behind me to see Anastasia, lips stained with Mark’s cum, lapping at my asshole. It was such a naughty feeling as she rimmed my puckered hole.

“Hey now, sugar. You kids need to learn to finish what you start.” Madeleine strong hands pulled me back to her cunt and I eagerly resumed lickin’ her cooter.

Day Five, Friday, June 14, 2013: Issy
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 18.

I was nervous as I walked up to Mrs. Rowe’s house, just up the street from my own house. Yesterday, the strangest man had come to my house. He seemed so ordinary, just another dumb adult. And then his blue eyes fixed on me and looked me up and down. Great, another skeevy adult perving on me, I had thought.

“You look like an athlete,” the man had told me. “I have this Jogging Club and I want you to join it. It meets at Madeleine’s house at six AM. You’ll have a lot of fun.”

It was such a great idea, that I readily agreed, even if he was perving on me. And then my parents up and sold our house. Mark, the skeevy adult just handed my parents a bag of cash and my stupid parents just agreed to sell our house. They didn’t argue, or nothing. Just agreed like mindless idiots. It was so cray. And then Mark let us stay if he could fuck me whenever he wanted. I was shocked when my parent’s didn’t have a problem pimping their own daughter out for rent on our own house.

I, on the other hand, thought it was a bad idea.

So my parents took my phone away, my laptop away, and grounded me!

“Issy Marguerite Norup, Mr. Glassner’s a generous man,” my mom said, icily, “and you will repay his generosity by spreading those legs for him! I know you’ve spread them for some boy already!”

“You will stay in your room until you start behaving properly!” my dad said as he gathered up my phone and laptop. “And tomorrow morning, you’re going to go and join Mr. Glassner’s jogging club. And if he wants to fuck you, you’ll let him fuck you! Do you understand me, young lady?”

What had happened to my parents. They were like pod people. Last night was so boring. I’m sure I missed a ton of important tweets and instagrams! God, why did my parents have to turn into a bunch of freaks! I should call the cops on them, only they took my phone away! I screamed in frustration into my pillow. Fuck, I’ll I had to do was my homework and watch boring TV.

Yet here I was, showing up for this stupid Jogging Club, with the guy my parents pimped me out too. I didn’t know what his connection with Mrs. Rowe was. Mrs. Rowe was the sweet, southern lady, that was always so nice to me. When I’d mow her lawn for her, she’s always have the best pitcher of ice tea siting out on her porch for me to drink.

Why was I doing this? Because it would be fun, I answered myself. I knocked firmly on the door and blinked in shock when Mrs. Rowe answered dressed only in her birthday suit. There were more naked women behind her. Mrs. Milburn, who lived across from Mrs. Rowe and…Cassie from school. We were in the same grade, about to finish our sophomore year, but I didn’t know her that well. And the fourth woman must be Cassie’s mother. They look so much alike.

“W-what is going on?” I stammered.

“Are you here to join the Naked Jogging Club, sugar?” Mrs. Rowe asked.

“Wait, Naked Jogging Club. Mark didn’t say nothing about having to be naked!” I protested.

“Didn’t I?” Mark asked and I jumped. There he was, naked and…ohmygod his cock was hard and pointing straight at me.

“Well, c’mon sugar, let’s get you naked,” Mrs. Rowe said sweetly, pulling me inside the house.

The women and Cassie started grabbing at my clothing, pulling my tanktop over my head, pulling my tight, jogging shorts down my legs. My sports bra came free and hands pinched at my nipples. I grabbed my panties, holding onto the elastic waistband as the women tried to yank them off.

“Please stop,” I begged, tears brimming in my eyes. I could feel Mark’s pervy eyes as he stared at my bared tits.

“Relax, Issy,” Cassie said and she hugged me, her naked breasts pressed against me and then she was kissing me.

I was so surprised that I let go of my panties and they were pulled down my legs. Cassie broke the kiss, a sultry smile on her face. I blinked my eyes, licked my lips, my face flushed with heat, and realized I was lifting up my feet so my panties could be taken all the way off. Embarrassed, I covered my brown pubes with one hand and tried to cover my breasts with the other arm.

“Don’t be coverin’ up your beautiful body, sugar,” Mrs. Rowe purred, pulling my arms to my side. “Now aren’t you just as pretty as a rainbow after a storm.”

“Yes she is,” Mark said as pervy as possible. He caught my chin and turned my face to his. “You want to be my little jogging slut, don’t you.” My cheeks burned and I found myself nodding yes. Of course I wanted to be his jogging slut, that’s why I was here. “Good, and what does a slut do?”

“Ooh, a slut feeds her kitty as many dicks as she can,” Cassie answered excitedly.

Kitty? Why would I feed my cat a dick. Then I saw Cassie stroking her pussy and I flushed as I realized which kitty she met.

“A slut is excited for Mark to shove his cock in any hole he wants,” Mrs. Milburn said, reaching out and stroking my ass. Her finger’s felt like fire on my smooth cheeks. “Any hole.” I flushed. I knew a few girls who did anal so they could keep their cherries.

“And lets us gals play with her pretty pussy,” Cassie’s mom husked. “And then plays with ours.”

I was Mark’s slut, and my pussy getting wet thinking just about Mark fucking me, even fucking my ass. I eyed all the women, imagining them licking my pussy and even the image of me, kneeling down and licking one of these beautiful women’s pussies sent a naughty thrill through me. “Is that why my parent’s pimped me out to you Mark?” I asked in realization. “Because, they knew I was your slut, right?”

“Yeah,” Mark whispered, his cock was pressing against my ass. “I love your hair. Why green?”

I shrugged. I had dyed my brown hair green with black streaks. “It just seemed like it would annoy my parents, I guess.” My pussy was a flood of liquid now, feeling my nose with the fresh, tart smell of my arousal. I was Mark’s slut, and that meant I needed his cock inside me.

Cassie walked up and she reached giving my titty squeeze, a look of mournful disappointment on her face. “Yet another pair of breasts bigger than mine.”

“Oh, but yours are so cute,” I told her, eying her perky breasts and the cute little nipples. I reached out and gave her titty a squeeze.

“Fuck, my cock need to cum,” Mark said, interrupting our titty play, and he roughly shoved me forward, bending me over the arm of a couch, his hard cock rubbing against my cunt. “Hmm, I love fucking teenage cunt!”

Mark’s cock was pushing into my tight pussy. I had been fucked a few times by Johnny, my boyfriend. But he wasn’t as big as Mark and it felt weird. Mark wasn’t using a condom and there wasn’t the feel of rubber sliding inside me, but the electric feel of flesh sliding against flesh.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Oh, wow this is so wild.”

Mrs. Rowe sat on the couch in front of me, her legs spread and her furry pussy was mere inches from my face. “Don’t be shy, sugar,” Mrs. Rowe cooed. “Give me a good lickin’.”

Mark’s thrusts were shoving my face closer and closer to Mrs. Rowe’s cunt. I could feel heat radiating from her pussy, a spicy, tangy scent filled my nose. Her pubic hair was silk on my face, and my tongue hesitantly licked up her slit. And she tasted amazing. My tongue dipped into her pussy over and over, greedy to drink all her delicious juices.

I wiggled my hips, enjoying Mark’s thrusts. His cock was rubbing my cunt in all the right places and I could feel a great cum building inside me. Mrs. Rowe was moaning, her hand clutching my dyed-green hair, pulling my face into her sopping cunt. Mark was groaning every time he bottomed out inside me, filling me up. His balls would brush my clit when he thrust in, a staccato beat to match the pleasurable rubbing inside my cunt.

“Oh, sugar!” Mrs. Rowe moaned. “Umm, sugar, your mouth feels so good on my cooter! Oh wow, you’re a natural rug muncher! You got me as excited as a hound dog worrying a bone! Oh sugar, here I go!”

Mrs. Rowe quaked on the couch, her head thrown back as she came hard. More tangy, spicy juices flowed into my mouth. I kept licking her as Mark pounded away at my cunt. Mrs. Rowe just writhed on the couch as my eager mouth gave her cum after cum until Mrs. Rowe shoved my face away.

“No more, sugar,” she panted. “My poor cooter can’t take anymore.”

Mark’s thrusts were coming hard, now. The entire couch was shaking under the force of his cock slamming into my pussy. Mark groaned, and buried himself deep inside me, his cock must be brushing my cervix, he was in so deep. And then I felt something shooting inside me. Mark’s cum I realized and moaned as the muscles in my cunt contracted as a hard cum spasmed through my body.

“Whew, now I’m ready to do some jogging,” Mark panted. He smacked my ass. “Gonna fuck you again when we get back. You have such a nice, tight pussy, slut!”

“Oh, thank you Mark,” I gushed, thrilled my tight hole made him happy. “Your cock was amazing inside me.”

Mark’s cum ran wetly down my legs as we went jogging. A greasy, sticky mess that slowly cooled against my skin. Cars honked at us as we jogged by, and I threw my head up high, my breast thrust out. I was Mark’s jogging slut, and I could care less who saw me. I hoped they could see the cum running down my thighs, proof that I was Mark’s slut.

Day Six, Saturday, June 15, 2013: Vertise
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 20

I admired my husband’s body as we rested at the intersection. Sweat gleamed on his dark brown skin, his muscles rippling beneath as he moved.

We were out for our Saturday morning jog, at our halfway point at the intersection of Shaw Road and 39th Avenue. My husband was a big black man, built like a linebacker. He played football in college, and still stayed all big and muscled. He was smokin’ hot, and my cooch was moistening as I thought about him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off. In my fantasy, he would throw me down on the bed and just start ravishing me.

His dark eyes were eying my body appreciatively, so I turned and waggled my black booty at him. It was a pretty nice booty, if you asked me, definitely my best feature. With just enough junk in the trunk to jiggle without being fat. Feeling a little naughty, I backed my booty up and rubbed it against his crotch, letting Ernard know how horny I was his for cock.

“Da fuck is that,” Ernard muttered. “Vertise, babe, there is some naked crackers joggin’ this way.”

I looked over to see five women jogging naked towards us. No three women and two teenage girls. And behind them, a man jogged naked. The women’s breasts bounced and jiggled, up and down, almost hypnotic, and the man’s hard cock bounced obscenely. The only thing the naked joggers did wear were their shoes.

“White folk,” I said, shaking my head, dumbfounded. “They always be doin’ something foolish.”

Ernard stepped in front of me. He was so big, I could easily hide behind his frame. “That’s close enough!” he shouted at the naked joggers.

The women stopped jogging and the naked man strode forward. He was a little overweight, in his late twenties, short brown hair and piercing, blue eyes. A mocking smile played on his lips and his cock was so hard, the tip angry-red. It seemed to be pointing right at me and disgust sneered my face. What a fucking pervert.

“Your woman looks hot,” the naked man said. “I wouldn’t mind fucking her ass.”

“What da fuck did you just say ’bout my wife, boy!” Ernard growl. “You better damn apologize or I’m like to bust your skull in, bitch.”

The man snorted in laughter. “What do you think, ladies. Is she hot enough to join our club.”

“Umm, definitely,” the black-haired woman purred.

“Her skin is so beautiful,” the green-haired teenager said, licking her lips. “The color of coffee.”

“I love your hair, sugar. The blonde streaks make you seem wild,” the honey-brown haired woman added. Were all these white chicks gay? They were fuckin’ perverts, that’s fo’ sure.

“Da fuck is wrong with you people!” Ernard demanded, walking up to the man. Ernard had a good half-a-foot on the man, and was far broader in the shoulder, and easily had fifty pounds of muscle on the white boy. Ernard cracked his knuckles. “How’d you like me to pound your face in, bitch?”

“Kick his ass, Ernard,” I urged. “Fuck the little peckerwood up!”

“Stand aside, Ernard,” the man said.

Looking confused, Ernard stepped to the side and the man walked up to me. “You are one fine piece of ass.”

“Ernard!” I shouted, too angry at my dumb husband for letting this pervert near me to be at all scared of the little peckerwood.

“Sorry, Vertise,” he muttered, shrugging his huge shoulders.

“Ernard, keep jogging,” the man said. “Vertise will be joining my club and jogging with us from now on. And you don’t have a problem with that, or with me fucking your pretty wife.”

“Oh, sure,” I was stunned to hear Ernard say. “Of course you can fuck her.” He kissed me on the lips as I stood rooted in place. “See you at home, babe,” and then he just started jogging back home.

“Ernard! Ernard, you useless asshole, get back here!”

But he just turned and wave. “Have fun with your club, Vertise.”

“You don’t care this peckerwood want’s to fuck your wife?”

Ernard shouted back, confused, “Why would I? I hope you have a good time!”

“Hey, Ernard,” the crazy peckerwood shouted. “Ever fucked your wife’s ass?”

“No!” Of course my husband hadn’t, that was nasty. Plus, my suddenly wimp of husband has a big cock. I’d hate to feel that monster up my booty.

“You will when she get’s home,” the peckerwood promised. “I’ll leave a big load of cum up her ass to lube the way for you!”

“Hell yeah, man!”

“Ernard, da hell’s gotten into you! Ernard! Stop jogging! This isn’t funny, Ernard!” But my suddenly whipped husband, by some little bitch of a peckerwood no less, just kept right on jogging.

“Well, Vertise, I bet you are just excited to strip naked and join our club. I’m Mark.” Mark introduced the other joggers: Madeleine, Anastasia, Issy, Belinda, and her daughter, Cassie. “From now on, you’re my jogging slut. And what does a jogging slut do, Issy?”

“Let Mark fuck her cunt whenever he wants,” the green-haired girl answered.

“I bet you’re just itching to feel my cock, aren’t you, Vertise?”

“I…” Fuck, I was. My cunt was dripping at the thought of his cock plunging inside me. “I am.” I pulled off my tanktop and peeled off my green jogging shorts in a flash. My nipples were hard when my sports bra came off. Mark was behind me and he pulled my panties off and inhaled them.

“Mhh, I love the smell of cunt,” he sighed, then squeezed my ass. “You’re getting wet just thinking about my cock reaming your tight ass! When you get home, you’re going to let Ernard fuck your ass, too. You’ll be a good, slutty wife for him from now on, won’t you, slut?”

I moaned. I so wanted my husband’s huge cock up my ass. My Ernard was such a great guy to share me with Mark and he deserved his reward when I got home. I knew he always wanted my ass, and from now I would be the best, sluttiest wife for him. “Yes, fuck my ass, Mark! Get me all ready for my husband’s giant cock!” And I started shaking my booty for Mark, letting him see it jiggle as his cock brushed against it.

He slapped my ass. “Let’s get jogging ladies!”

As we jogged, I got to know the other ladies. Anastasia who’s husband was waiting for her to get home so she could cook him breakfast, wearing only an apron. “And, if I’m lucky, he’ll just bend me over the table and fuck me good and hard,” she giggled wickedly.

Madeleine who bemoaned her own husband leaving her. “If only I had been a slut for him, then maybe he wouldn’t have needed that whore of a secretary,” she lamented.

The Blackwoods, Cassie and Belinda, happily told me all about how they were sluts for Oscar, Belinda’s husband and Cassie’s dad. “He takes charge of us when we get home,” Belinda happily said. And Cassie eagerly piped in, “Yesterday he bought matching, slutty nurse costumes for us, and we had to give him a sponge bath!”

“My parents are just happy I’m keeping Mr. Glassner satisfied,” Issy added. “My mom was so happy when I came home yesterday with cum leaking out of my pussy. She knew I was satisfying him and she gave me a big ol’ hug. And this morning, my dad gave was giving me such pervy stares as I walked naked out of the house. Maybe I should be a slut for my daddy, too.”

“Ooh, being a slut for your daddy is so fun,” Cassie gushed. “But don’t leave your mom out. That can be just as fun!” The teen girl gave a wicked giggle. “Right, mom?”

Belinda had a happy smile as she answered, “Ooh, having a slutty daughter is great, and sharing her with her dad is the best.”

When we reached Mountain View Court, Mark grabbed my arm, stopping me. “God, I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck that juicy ass!”

God, I couldn’t wait any longer, either. My cunt was dripping, was aching to be fucked. “Yes, please, fuck me now,” I begged. I didn’t care that we were outside, didn’t care that cars were driving by, honking loudly. Let everyone see me be a slut for Mark.

Mark bent me over the granite sign, carved to read, “Mountain View Estates.” The stone was cold on my belly. “Anastasia, eat her ass out, get her ready for my cock.”

“Yes, Mark,” purred the black-haired beauty. I felt gentle hands spreading my booty and gasped as her tongue began swirling about my asshole. I had a couple girl-on-girl encounters in college, but none of them ever touched my asshole. It was so fucked nasty, I loved every minute of it.

“Why don’t we have a nice sixty-nine, Cassie,” Madeleine said, pressing her body against Cassie’s.

“I’d love that, Mrs. Rowe,” Cassie answered, pulling Madeleine down on top of her.

Mark was getting his cock sucked by Belinda and Issy stepped up in front of me, her shaved, teenage cunt right in front of my lips. “Like my shaved pussy?” Issy asked. “Mom shaved it for me last night, so I’d be more appealing to Mark. She’s the best mom in the world. Would you like to lick me?”

“Sure, boo,” I answered, grabbing her ass and pulling her cunt to my lips.

Issy had a fresh, tart flavor as I ran my tongue about her cunt. My dormmate my junior year at college, Tallia, taught me how to eat a woman’s pussy out, and it all came flooding back to me as I tongued Issy’s teenage pussy. Issy moaned appreciatively as I ate her out, rubbing her cunt all over my face. Anastasia had wiggled her tongue up my ass and slipped two fingers up my snatch, slowly fingering me.

“You have a tasty ass,” Anastasia murmured, pulling her fingers out of my cunt.

I groaned as her finger, slicked with my cunt’s juices, pressed against my asshole and slid in, pushing past the tight ring of my sphincter. She fucked it slowly in and out of my ass, letting me get used to the strange intrusion. Naughty pleasure tingled out of my ass and I groaned when Anastasia’s other hand began gently playing with my clit, rolling the sensitive nub between her fingers. I moaned my pleasure into Issy’s cunt, rubbing my lips against her soft vulva.

A second finger slipped into my ass, Anastasia was reaming my asshole faster and faster. Her tongue began lapping at my cunt and my orgasm began to build. Issy was gasping and moaning above me, her hips bucking as she came sweetly on my tongue, flooding my lips with her delicious girl-cum.

“Oh, thank you, Miss Vertise,” she panted, kneeling down and then she kissed me on the lips, her tongue tasting her juices on my face. “Hmm, I taste good, don’t I?”

“Yes you do, boo!” I moaned. I was getting so close to cumming. “Anastasia, ohh, keep doing that. I’m getting so close to cumming, you nasty slut!”

My ass clenched on her probing fingers, my muscles clenched in my womb, as electricity ran through my body and I moaned loudly. It was a great cum, and I groaned in disappointment when Anastasia pulled her fingers from my ass. She gave my cunt one last lick, that sent a small shudder of pleasure through my sensitive pussy.

“She’s all ready, Mark,” Anastasia proudly said.

“Good,” Mark groaned. “Umm, don’t swallow it all, Belinda. Let Vertise get a taste.”

A taste of what, I wondered. Belinda walked over and I could see sticky cum, glistening white on her red lips. And then she was kissing me, her tongue shoveling salty cum into my lips. I wrestled with her tongue, savoring Mark’s sperm. I heard footsteps behind me, a cock brushing my ass and I shook my booty.

Belinda broke the kiss and sat down next to me on the granite sign. “Issy, be a dear and eat my pussy!”

“Oh, yes Mrs. Blackwood,” Issy eagerly answered, kneeling down and diving into Belinda’s shaved cunt.

“Fuck my black booty,” I moaned, shaking my ass, letting my cheeks jiggle so prettily.

“You fucking asked for it, slut!” growled mark.

His cock was at the entrance to my ass and he just shoved it in, hard and fast. I gasped in pain and surprise as he invaded my asshole. “Relax, honey, it’ll makes it easier,” Belinda told me. I relaxed my asshole, letting Mark invade me, and the pain lessened. “There, isn’t that better?”

“Thanks, Belinda,” I groaned. Mark’s cock was pounding my ass, and pleasure was beginning to replace the pain. I started moving my hips, rotating them and twisting them, letting Mark get a good fuck out of me. “Ohh, ream my ass!” I started moaning. I always loved to talk filthy in bed. “Fuck me, stud! Fuck me hard! Yes, yes, you feel fucking amazing in me, stud! Uhhhh, getting fucked up the ass is fuckin’ amazing! Oh yes, I’m a nasty anal slut!”

“God, you got a tight ass, Vertise!” Mark moaned. “Your ass jiggles every time I slam into you!”

“You like my black booty!” I moaned. “Of course you do, every guy likes a black girl’s big booty! With a little junk in the trunk!”

“Only booty better is my Mary’s,” Mark groaned. I didn’t know who this Mary was, but Mark was right. I had the second best booty out there. “Fuck, your ass is tight, slut! I’m gonna cream it good, leave a nice, big load in there for your hubby to enjoy when he fucks your ass!”

I couldn’t believe how excited getting fucked up the ass was! And outdoors! I was one nasty slut, and loving every minute of it. Every car that honked, every person that saw just how much of a slut I was for Mark, made my cum grow closer and closer. Mark’s reaming felt amazing. “You’re making me cum, stud!” I moaned as I approached the sweet release of orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes! Harder! Fuck my nasty booty harder! Yes!” I screamed out as my orgasm crashed through me. My ass was clenching on his cock, milking his dick. I needed that load up my ass. I was going to need all the lube I could get up my ass to let my husband’s big cock could fit up there.

And Mark didn’t disappoint me. I felt like I had a gallon of cum sloshing around inside me when I got home. Ernard was waiting, eager to fuck my ass. I pulled down my sticky jogging shorts. My cunt was also messy with a load of Mark’s cum, and I presented my well fucked ass to my husband. Mark’s cum lubed the way, and my husband stretched my poor, tiny asshole as he fucked my ass good and hard.

God, I had turned into such a nasty anal slut, I happily thought as I came on Ernard’s cock reaming my ass slutty ass. There was no going back, Mark made me a slut, and I was loving every second of it.

Day Seven, Monday, June 17, 2013: Anastasia
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 22

Mark was late and we were all getting restless. Yesterday was Sunday, so there was no club. Everyone needed a break from jogging and we were all eagerly waiting for Mark to show up. Vertise was sitting on my lap and we were making out. The coffee-cream-skinned woman kissed me fiercely, her tongue aggressively probing my mouth, as I rubbed her generous rear. Vertise just slipped a hand up to my breast, giving it a good squeeze, when the door banged open and Mark walked in trailed by a black-haired, young woman.

Mark looked us all over and then sighed. “No club today, you can all go home. I’m just going to fuck Antsy here for my exercise.” And then he and the girl rushed up the stairs. We could hear the bed creek and then then the woman started moaning as it sounded like Mark was fucking her hard.

“I guess we go home, huh, Anastasia?” Vertise asked me, disappointment on her face.

I shrugged. “It’s what Mark wants, cupcake. I guess I’ll go wake Stan up and see if he wants to fuck. God, I’m so horny.”

“Ohh, can I come, Mrs. Milburn!” Issy asked. “Your husband is so handsome.”

“Oh, you little slut, have you been eying my man?” I demanded playfully.

“I’ve rubbed a few out thinking about him,” Issy answered with a coquettish grin on her face.

“All right, let’s go,” I said, grabbing the teen’s hand. “You better be thankful I’m sharing my man with you.”

“Oh, I’ll be very appreciative,” Issy said, then made a V with her fingers, put them against her lips and waggled her tongue between her fingers. A shudder went through my cunt, thinking about her tongue waggling like that inside my pussy.

Day Eight, Tuesday, June 18, 2013: Madeleine
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 22

“It’s eight, he’s not showing up,” Belinda pouted. “I need to go and get ready for work.”

Disappointment painted all our faces. I felt like a puppy that just had his favorite chew toy taken away. “Yeah, me too,” I sighed. My cooter was itching for some action, and, unlike the other ladies, I didn’t have a man at home to be a slut for. None of us sluts hadn’t even fooled around with each other this morning, all of us too anxious as we waited on Mark to show up.

Vertise gave me a hug and I groped her booty. “Tomorrow, then?” Vertise asked.

“Of course, sugar,” I told her. “We’re Mark’s sluts. We need to be ready for when he need’s us.”

“Yep, we’ll be here every morning until he says he doesn’t want us,” Issy piped in.

Cassie and Belinda nodded, mother and daughter were cuddling on the couch. “That’s just what a good slut would do,” Belinda added.

God, I hope Mark shows up tomorrow. My poor little cooter needs a nice dick up inside it.

Day Nine, Wednesday, June 19, 2013: Belinda
Notes: Takes place during Chapter 25

I parked my Prius in Madeleine driveway and Cassie and I got out of the car. We were wearing loose clothing, no underwear underneath and the moment we got out, we pulled the clothes off. The morning air felt great on my naked body, the rising sun warming the air. Cassie looked beautiful, painted in the dawn light and I couldn’t help myself. I hugged her, rubbing my big breasts against her perky tits, and kissed her pouty lips, slipping a little tongue into my daughter-slut.

“Do you think he’s coming today, mom?” Cassie asked as I broke the kiss.

“Hopefully, babygirl,” I told her. Arm in arm we walked up to the door.

We were the last to arrive. Vertise was there, cuddling with Anastasia on the chair. Madeleine had cute little Issy sitting on her lap. Everyone leapt to their feet when we entered, and then hope disappeared from their faces when they saw us.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling Cassie down onto the couch with me.

“What’s up with all the media outside?” Cassie asked. “It was a zoo out there.”

“There was something about Mark on the news,” Anastasia said. “Something to do with the FBI that raided his house last week.”

Cassie’s eyes widened. “Wait, the FBI raided his house? Cool!”

“The news says he robbed some banks and bribed the FBI,” Madeleine replied, browsing on her phone.

“Wow, he’s like some robin hood?” Issy asked, excited. “That’s cray-cray.”

“So, he’s a criminal?” I asked, suddenly a little nervous.

“That don’t matter,” Vertise said. “We’re his jogging sluts. Right, ladies?”

Vertise was right. I didn’t matter what Mark may or may not have done. I was his jogging slut, my cunt was wet for his cock. Between six and eight AM, and eight to ten on Saturdays, I was Mark’s. He could do what he wanted with me. Even if all he wanted was too ignore me. So I waited, as hopeful and anxious as the other ladies.

And we waited, our eyes focused on the cloak. Time seemed to slow to an agonizing crawl. It was 6:11 now, Mark was already late. Frustration welled inside me, but I forced that down. We were Mark’s sluts. We served him, not the other way around.

There was a crunching sound from outside. Everyone perked up, as the crunching noise turned into footsteps approaching the door. Someone was walking on the gravel walkway. My heart was hammering with excitement, my pussy moistening with desire. The doorknob turned and everyone in the living room held their breath in anticipation.

Mark entered, naked, his arm around a pretty, young woman, his cock hard and swinging as he walked. The same girl wasn’t the same girl from Monday. This one had auburn hair gathered in a ponytail. Perky breasts covered in freckles. Her pubic hair had been shaved, save for a fiery heart above her slit. She was smiling happily, her green eyes twinkling with love as she gazed at Mark.

“Mark!” I gasped. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized, sheepishly. “I haven’t been myself the last few days.”

The auburn-haired girl laughed and squeezed him tightly, a fond look on her face. “That’s an understatement.”

Mark caressed her face, tenderly, lovingly. “Hi ladies. So, some of you know Mary. But for the rest, she’s my fiancee, and she has decided to join us today. You are all going to be just as slutty for Mary as you are for me.”

“Of course we are,” I said, coming over to hug Mary. “She’s your fiancee.” Mary squeezed my ass and kissed me on the lips. I bet those lips would feel amazing on my cunt.

After all us sluts kissed both Mark and Mary, Mark slapped my ass. “Well, let’s get going, sluts!”

I happily jogged up the street, Cassie on one side of me, Vertise on the other. Madeleine, Anastasia, and Issy following behind us, and lastly, Mark and Mary brought up the rear, so they could watch our shapely asses as we jogged.

“I see why you like doing this so much,” Mary said with a laugh. “It’s quite the motivation, all these fine asses shaking in front of you.”

Joy surged inside me. I was Mark and Mary’s jogging slut, my ass, my cunt, was their motivation. I was just so happy that they were enjoying the view.

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Linnea tries Stacey’s scheme to land some business.

Chapter 3, In which I walk on the wild side

It had been a crazy weekend, and frankly I wasn’t completely upset to be hitting the road again. In the space of a few weeks, I’d gone from definitely straight to definitely lesbian to, well, bi-confused. I needed time away from Stacey and Michael to work it all out in my head.

On the surface, things were pretty good. Stacey had moved into my old bedroom; it was much more spacious than her old apartment and I was only there on weekends. I was more than happy to share the bed, if you know what I mean. We also shared the shower, the sofa, the floor, and once, the kitchen table. We’d almost gone at each other in the elevator too; I’d resisted the temptation just long enough to make it into the apartment.

My relationship with Michael had never been better, either. We were still great friends, and he’d started calling me “Robin,” which was a little weird but way better than “Peter”. It was one thing to let him use my ass, but hearing him breath my brother’s name in my ear while he did it squicked me a bit.

That had all changed that Saturday. He’d been upset that I’d been paying attention to Stacey, but I’d missed her all week and my butt was still a little sore from Friday, and frankly, it was a lot more fun to lick her than fuck him. They’d shouted at each other and I’d finally sighed and gone to Michael’s bedroom to play peacemaker.

He’d told me that Stacey was screwing with my mind, which was silly, and that he just wanted things to go back to the way they’d been. I’d gotten dizzy for a moment, and then he’d thrown me on the bed and we had wild, hot sex. Maybe it just took me awhile to warm up to taking it back there, but now the feel of his Bat Pole stretching my Bat Cave brought me to screaming orgasms every time, no finger required.

Of course, then Stacey got jealous. I explained I was just being a friend, but she was all snarky and asked if Michael was planning to tell Karen about it at the next meeting. It was clear I was going to have to be the adult, so I dragged her back to bed for some extra-special licking — and snuck back to Michael’s room after she fell asleep. I’d felt a little bad about it, because I loved her so much and she was helping me with my “mental game.”

See, I’d complained about how hard my job was, and she’d jumped in right away to explain how a few tweaks to my approach would help, and that a bigger income would really help us out. Stacey had been glaring at Michael when she said it, and I told her he was not moving out no matter how much I made, but I got her point.

Anyway, I dozed on the plane, happy that Stacey and Michael would have a chance to work out their differences without me in the middle. I knew I’d need my beauty sleep for this trip.

Texas. Everything was big there. Big heat, big cars, big hats, big egos, and big tits on the receptionist. I’d seen her before, but I paid a bit more attention now that I’d been with Stacey. Mostly, a really big commission — if I could land the sale.

I’d been cultivating the Consolidated Group for awhile, but it was one big good ol’ boys club and my competition had a dick between his legs. Luckily, Hunter still took my calls… And Stacey had reminded me that not having a dick between my legs could be a competitive advantage.

“How’s our proposal stacking up, Hunter?” I greeted him after his admin showed me in. “Am I going to land you this time?”

His eyes took in my new cut and color before dipping. “You know I can’t tell you that, Linnea.” He almost dropped the unlit cigar he had chomped between his teeth, although I’d practiced at home and knew he couldn’t see any higher than the tops of my stockings when I crossed my legs. It was still a lot more than he’d seen on any of my previous sales calls. “Ah, perhaps you can meet with my review team and discuss how your proposal stacks up against our requirements?” he offered, getting back onto our usual script.

Of course, somehow their schedules would be so full up that it would be impossible to meet during the day. That was why I had an expense account. “Maybe I could take your team out and make it a working dinner?”

“How’s tonight?” he asked, without even making a pretense of checking those oh-so-full calendars.

“Perfect,” I smiled. This was where I’d throw out the name of an upscale steakhouse. These guys liked their red meat, but it hadn’t won me any significant business on my previous visits. “How about The Bad Hoss at five?”

Hunter took the cigar out of his mouth before it could fall and looked at me dubiously. “You, ah, sure about that, Linnea?”

What I’d heard was that it was a place where you went to get drunk or get laid, or maybe both. “Big Steaks — Big Drinks — Big Action” proclaimed the mug on Hunter’s desk. Apparently there was no room left to add “Small Inhibitions.” He’d probably gotten it on the visit where he’d sealed the deal to buy six months of supply from the other guy a week after I’d thought I finally had him signed.

“Yeah,” I said, trying a wriggle I’d been practicing with mixed success. “I thought some place a little more casual might help our creative juices.” I tried to project more confidence than I felt.

“Well, yeah, then! Hell, yeah! It’ll be our pleasure to join you.”

“I won’t take any more of your time, then,” I said, rising and extending my hand.

He shook it, shooting a peek down my slightly more exposed than usual cleavage, and ushered me out. I could hear him chortling behind the closed door as I walked away, smiling to myself. I had him — hook, line and sinker.

“Damnit, Stacey!” I shouted at the suitcase in the hotel room. It was bad enough I’d let her talk me into this quasi-insane plan, but apparently she’d repacked my bag when I’d snuck out of her bedroom to visit Michael. My carefully-chosen, not-too-casual, not-too-formal outfit I’d planned to wear that night was gone.

In its place, I had an oh-so-short denim skirt, a vest, and a pair of cowboy boots I’d forgotten I owned. There wasn’t even a blouse! I wasted 15 minutes trying every one I had with me and confirming they all looked terrible. Another 5 minutes convinced me there was no way I could wear my bra under the vest either.

“Damnit, Stacey!” I shouted at her as soon as she answered the phone.

“Calm down, Linnea. What’s wrong?” I thought I heard faint giggling in the background, but it probably was just the television.

“My outfit!” I wailed. “I invited them to this stupid bar like you suggested, and now I don’t have anything to wear! I can’t believe you took my clothes! This is such a disaster!”

“Just take a deep breath, listen to my voice, and relax,” Stacey suggested.

I bit back the urge to scream it wouldn’t help, and tried to do what she suggested. “This is a big problem,” I tried again, feeling slightly calmer now that I had somebody to talk with.

“Nonsense!” she chirped back. “You were going to end up looking like a boring brood mare instead of a hot little filly. Trust me! Now, do you have it on?”

“Only the vest and my bra,” I admitted.

“That’s a little racy, even for me!” Stacey laughed, and I couldn’t help smiling. “Put on the skirt and boots, look in the mirror, and tell me what you see.”

“I look like a total slut,” I complained a minute or so later. “The bra is showing everywhere.”

“Take it off, then, silly! You know you don’t really need it; the vest will give you enough support.”

The solution was obvious enough in hindsight I felt like an idiot. I felt cooler already, and without the telltale flashes of fabric under my arms and atop my cleavage, the skimpiness of the vest wasn’t so obvious. “You’re right,” I admitted, “that is better. As long as I don’t twist or pop the top button and have a wardrobe malfunction, anyway.”

“I’d like to see that,” husked Stacey in a tone that left me leaking into my panties and made my nipples press against the inside of the vest. “Now, you have the special makeup, right?”

I glanced in the mirror, quickly checking my eyeliner, mascara, shadow, and candy apple red lipstick. I was about to ask her what she was talking about when I remembered. “Oh!” It was one more dubious thing she’d pressed on me, and I’d packed it just to make her happy. “I’m sorry, Stacey, but it just seems really stupid.”

“I know, but do it for me, okay, Linnea?”

She was just irresistible when she put her mind to it. My fingers were sliding the small tube of lip gloss into a vest pocket before I could even open my mouth to argue with her. Besides, nothing said I had to use it. “Okay,” I half-heartedly agreed.

“That’s my girl,” she cheered me on. “Just do what we talked about and you’ll have Hunter wrapped around your finger in no time. Now have a good time!” The beginnings of a shriek of laughter were cut off by the “beep beep beep” of a completed call.

The Bad Hoss didn’t look as bad as its reputation. Okay, yeah, it was a strip club, and there was a dancer working a pole alongside the bar as we came in. The front room had peanut shells and sawdust strewn on the rough-cut floor, and the ring with a mechanical horse in it was clearly the focal point of the high tables arranged around it. There were a bunch of patrons there, enjoying happy hour most likely, but nothing to write home about.

I gave the horse a second look as our hostess led us to the back of the establishment, where the floor was polished and the high-backed booths and chairs were finished in leather. The horse looked like a rearing carousel pony on some sort of motion control platform, except it was life-sized and sported an anatomically correct erection.

A round table was set for the five of us, and Hunter held my chair for me before settling into the seat to my right. Little Bill, Duane, and Big Bill rounded out our party, looking like peas in a pod. At the moment, the eyes of those peas were focused on me. I pushed away my uncertainty and gave them a wide smile.

“Howdy y’all, my name’s Jenny and I’ll be your waitress tonight,” announced the girl standing beside the table. She clearly was from the restaurant side of the operation, and had that unofficial uniform look going on — black polo with Bad Hoss logo on the breast, black skirt with black apron, dark hose, and black flats. She reminded me superficially of Stacey, except she was more tan and less makeup, and Stacey wouldn’t have been caught dead in a ponytail or cowboy hat. “Can I start y’all with drinks or appetizers?”

“Set us up with a round of grande margaritas and some sidecars,” Hunter told her. “And some nachos with extra jalapenos, while we look at the menus.”

I mentally upped the length of the next morning’s exercise session to three hours, and patted myself on the back for eating two granola bars at the hotel so I wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach. When our drinks arrived in glasses the size of my hotel room sink, I knew I had my work cut out for me.

Several hours later, the wreckage of a meal that had cost several cattle and a large salmon their lives littered the table. “I trust y’all will excuse me,” I slurred, apparently brain-damaged by prolonged exposure to Jenny and the bottles she kept retrieving from the wine cellar. Hunter helped me rise to my feet, and then I worked my way along the now-busy bar to the restrooms.

Thanks to careful nursing of my drinks, I was only buzzed rather than hammered. I had no idea how the men were still conscious. We’d talked around my proposal at length, but as usual Hunter carefully avoided making any commitment. I needed to do something more if I wanted a different outcome.

I stared at a hair pinched between two fingers, lifted from Hunter when he’d helped me up. What I was about to do seemed so ridiculous it was embarrassing, but it wouldn’t cost me anything to try. Looking furtively around and seeing nobody, I curled the hair around my fingertip and popped it in my mouth. I grimaced at the sensation and swallowed several times before I got it down.

Then I cursed myself, belated remembering the lip balm I was supposed to have used with it. The thought of trying to obtain another hair, at risk of discovery and possibly no gain, seemed unappealing. Operating on autopilot, I applied some of the clear gloss to my lips anyway.

Jenny bustled through the door and stood beside me, looking in the mirror and adjusting her hat. I thought again of Stacey and wished I were home. Jenny looked at me uncertainly when I suddenly reached over and plucked something off her back. “Stray hair,” I explained.

She gave me a look that said she thought I was drunk, and then disappeared into one of the stalls.

Hurrying before I lost my nerve, I balled up the hair, rubbed it against my lips, and swallowed it. Of course, I had no idea if anything had happened. Unless she did something totally outrageous like give me her underwear, I’d never know — and there was no way I’d risk asking and causing a scene.

Anyway, my time for agonizing was past. The toilet flushed and Jenny emerged from the stall to wash her hands. “Can you hold these for me?” she asked, pressing a ball of black cotton into my hand before turning on the faucet.

I stood there like a dolt, staring at her while she washed her hands. The material was suffused with the warmth of her body and felt like it was burning my hands. “Why did you do this?” I asked finally, beyond curious to hear the answer.

Jenny looked over at me in the mirror. “What?” I gestured with a hand, displaying her panties. Her eyes went wide as saucers and she flushed bright red. “Oh my Lord!” she shrieked, clapping her wet hands against her skirt and then turning as if to bolt.

“Oh, please wait!” I pleaded, and she hesitated. “Here, don’t worry about it, you can have them back. I just want to talk.”

She plucked them from my fingers, avoiding contact, and hurriedly pulled them up her legs. “I’m no dyke, you know,” she protested as I saw a brief flash of skin above her thigh-highs. “And not every girl that works here gets off on it.”

I smiled, thinking of Stacey and how she’d changed my mind about that. Jenny was a cute girl, and — no, I had bigger fish to fry. “The guys with me — what do you know about them? Be honest.”

“Hunter and the Bills?” Jenny raked me with a disdainful look. “They’re regulars. Usually here with a guy named Len. They’re pigs, all of them; I’ve had to take Big Bill’s hand off my ass twice tonight.” I hadn’t noticed. “I hope you’re a good tipper.”

“What makes you think I’m paying?” I asked, curious.

“These assholes never bring their own women; they hit on girls at the bar. Besides, I overheard enough of the conversation to know you’re trying to sell them something.” She snorted. “How’s that working for ya, sweetie?”

“Crappy,” I admitted.

She laughed. “They were here last week with Len. They’re only stringing you on — he bought ’em off with a pair of blondes.” Jenny looked at me again and added, with the air of somebody trying to be fair, “You’re better-looking than they were.”

“If I wanted to change their minds, how should I do it?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” she asked. “You sound like you’re smart enough to know better.”

“Yeah,” I said, starting to fume. “I’m tired of getting the runaround from these assholes.”

“If you’re sure,” Jenny said, reluctantly. “Work on Big Bill. He’s the boss, and he thinks with his cock. The others seem to follow his lead.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, already thinking hard. All this time I’d been meeting with Hunter, and he wasn’t even the decision-maker? I didn’t even notice when Jenny left the bathroom. I touched up my lips with a nice thick coat of Stacey’s lip gloss and headed for the door myself.

I just about bounced off Big Bill’s broad chest as I exited the bathroom.

“Hey there, little lady; we all were getting worried about you. You doing okay?” he drawled.

“I’m fine,” I started to say, before he grabbed me and kissed me hard. It was a big sloppy alcoholic kiss, reeking of hard liquor, and his hands were all over me. The man must have been part octopus to pin me in place, cop a feel of my breasts, and stroke my panties all at the same time.

“Let go of me!” I hissed, not yet wanting to make a scene, but wriggling in his grip. All I succeeded in doing was popping the vest button I’d been worrying about.

“C’mon, Linnea, you know you want it, dressing like that,” he rumbled.

I didn’t, not from him, and not like that, although his questing fingers had awakened a needy itching deep inside my ass. “Let’s just go back to the table and forget this happened, okay?” I suggested. His body blocked most of my view, but it looked like everybody else was yelling and cheering some rider atop the mechanical horse; no help there.

“Just one more kiss? I have a powerful feeling you’ll like it,” he insisted, and I heard him unzip his fly. His grip shifted and I found myself being pushed inexorably to my knees in front of him.

One look told me why they called him “Big Bill.” He looked monstrous, erect and dripping precum, but I had eyes only for the wiry pubes peeking out of his fly. God, I hated cocksucking, but I knew what I had to do.

I started licking and sucking the tip, which was about all I could fit in my mouth anyway, and used my hands to stroke his shaft, trying to grab a hair each time I reached his root. The lighting was bad and his organ was filling my field of vision, so it took way longer than I wanted before I could snatch one without dropping it.

He let me pull off once, to lick the length of him, and I managed to pop the hair into my mouth. It was sticking there on my tongue, resisting my attempts to swallow, and then he was hauling me back into position to blow him again.

“Oh, baby, you’re something special,” he moaned, but I felt the hair go down with a rising surge of triumph.

I wished for him to release me, but instead of doing so, he exploded into my mouth. Some of it drooled out, but with his tube steak filling my lips, I had no choice other than to swallow most of it, to Bill’s evident delight.

After I’d finished choking down his spend, he hauled me back to my feet and leaned in for another kiss. I saw my gloss and lipstick spread across his mouth and cheek, and realized what must have happened. Hoping against hope, I went at him like a wild woman, licking and sucking at his skin while praying I’d get enough to do some good.

He took it completely the wrong way, of course, and enthusiastically reciprocated. A bystander, of which there were none, would have been forgiven for thinking we were having the mother of all heavy petting sessions.

Finally, at about the point where I was ready to give up and just start screaming for help, my mental “let me go!” was rewarded with a sudden release of Bill’s embrace that left me reeling. I stared at him, while he looked back at me with fire in his eye.

“You’re one sexy little number, Linnea,” he leered, wiping his mouth with one arm. “No harm in a little fun between consenting adults, right?”

“Damn straight,” I told him, “but I think we’ve spent enough time away from the others.” It was almost a shame to watch him tuck away his cock, but Big Bill’s body language told me it wouldn’t be the last time I saw it, if he had any say in the matter.

I left my vest the way it was, knowing it would excite and distract him, and we headed back out to the restaurant. The others had moved to a circular booth closer to the bar, where there was a better view of the entertainment. We were squeezed pretty closely together, but I didn’t object.

A hand twice the size of mine was already caressing my cunt, milking moisture into my sodden panties. I squirmed as a finger pushed the fabric aside, and then — as if reading my mind — drifted slightly lower to tease my back door. Between that and the sight of some drunken bachelorettes trying the horse, I needed to fuck something bad.

Big Bill was proving more resistant than I’d hoped, and I was afraid I was losing my head for negotiations. I had a sudden “Eureka!” moment, as if the alcohol had momentarily lifted a veil from my memory of the weekend I’d met Stacey.

Trying to avoid attention — well, more attention — I moved my hand to the vest pocket, and then froze when I realized the lip gloss was missing. Damnit! It must have fallen out during our tussle near the bathrooms. Well, I’d have to improvise.

I brushed casually at my cheek, picking up a hair that had been glued there by some residual semen; I was fairly sure it was Bill’s. I rubbed it discreetly along my lip, hoping there was a remaining trace of gloss somewhere, and then let the hair fall into the decorative candle sitting in the small glass on the table.

For once, my luck was good, and I scored a direct hit. There was just a momentary trace of that familiar incense smell as it vaporized, unnoticed by any of the others. Take that, Bill, I told myself with glee. Feeling suddenly warm, I looked around for a waitress.

Duane whistled, but I couldn’t tell if he was trying to get us some service, or just show approval of the bridesmaid picking herself off the floor in the ring.

Suddenly, Jenny was there. She gave me a searching look as she finished delivering a round of shots, but didn’t say anything. She looked a bit out of place on this side of the room, but I realized I still hadn’t paid the dinner bill.

Hunter looked like he might say something, but didn’t, and Duane and Little Bill just grinned at each other. Big Bill lifted his glass. “To hot nights and hot women!” We tossed back the tequila in unison and reached for the lemon wedges.

The crowd around us roared as a new rider swung aboard the mechanical horse. She was one of the dancers, and wore nothing except a G-string and chaps, star-shaped pasties, and a white hat. She didn’t just ride the horse; she made love to it. I felt like I was on fire.

“Can’t see?” asked Big Bill, and then hefted me into his lap before I could answer. “How’s this?” I could feel his manhood pressing against me and realized he’d already extracted it from his pants.

I smirked, knowing Stacey’s magic was working, and that he saw nothing wrong with fucking me in the middle of the restaurant. I woozily tried to remember why I wanted him to do that, but the feel of his body distracted me. “Better,” I panted, “but kind of uncomfortable.” Plotting and scheming would have to wait, I realized. Reaching behind me, I pushed at Big Bill’s erection, but it was like trying to move a slippery iron bar. “Lift me up,” I ordered.

His hands circled my waist and I rose up light as a feather. I reached down and yanked my panties to the side. Big Bill brought me slightly towards him and lowered me again, right where I wanted to be.

I screamed with mingled pain and ecstasy as his enormous pile-driver forced its way into my hungry rosebud. Bill, bless his horndog instincts, ignored my screaming and wriggling, and just pulled me further onto his tool, chasing that itch inside me.

The others glanced at me, but the noise around us was overwhelming and the girl on the horse was nearing the climax of her ride. Literally, as it turned out — some sort of off-white goo suddenly jetted from the stallion’s cock, splashing copiously on the floor and splattering some of the ringside spectators. Their companions laughed hysterically and everybody else was carrying on nearly as much as me.

There was a lull in the excitement as the girl in the chaps dismounted and made the rounds of her fans, collecting cash and using a rag to wipe off — rather lasciviously — the front-row victims. I sat quietly, letting my body accustom itself to Big Bill’s girth, and watched the wait staff work double-time tanking up the thirsty crowd.

Jenny was back with another round of shots, and clearly realized something was up when she saw me sitting on Bill’s lap. I watched her steeling herself to say something about it, and visions of my carefully-laid scheme crashing and burning raced through my head.

“Not yet!” I thought hard, and slumped in relief when she subsided and just collected the empties.

“Bring the bottle,” Bill told her before she departed.

We quickly knocked back the shots, and I fought to remind myself that my goal was to get them to commit to my deal, and not just get fucked blind by his thick slab of manmeat. I wriggled experimentally and, more than pleased with the result, slowly eased myself up and down the pole impaling me. Big Bill bucked suddenly, surprising a moan from me.

It attracted the attention of the others, but I didn’t want him to stop — and he didn’t. Grabbing my waist again, he started working me up and down his cock. It was impossible to mistake what we were doing, and I watched shit-eating grins appear on their faces.

Only Hunter appeared slightly reticent, and he fell into line when Big Bill told everybody, “Just like I thought. If she looks like a slut and she fucks like a slut, then she is a slut.” I realized I was going to be fucking everybody at the table that night, and then my breath caught when I realized I was looking forward to it.

Big Bill edged sideways into the space where I’d been sitting, making me gasp explosively with each bounce, and Hunter switched seats so I was bracketed on both sides. Duane leaned over and began sucking and chewing on my breast, unfastening the remaining vest buttons. I felt Hunter’s hand probing my wet sex and pulling my soaked panties further to the side.

“Shit, Big Bill, you’re cornholing her?” he asked incredulously. He looked at me and the way I was biting my lip. “I guess I had you figured all wrong, Linnea.”

They began working me over in tandem — Big Bill’s cock churning away in my bowels, Duane suckling my bouncing boobs, and Hunter’s finger strumming my clit. I was desperate to cum and started squealing and panting when Big Bill began double-timing me.

I felt his organ expand and begin jetting his creamy spend inside me, but he didn’t let up. “You’re going to town, little lady,” he rasped in my ear, and I did. My thrashing sent a basket of peanuts sailing to the floor and I saw stars — although some of them turned out to be the flash on Little Bill’s camera.

When I could see again, and think, sort of, I noticed the men at several of the surrounding tables were looking at us instead of the stage. A new set of shot glasses, surrounding a bottle of Tequila, sat on the table and the thought of Jenny seeing me like this left me feeling confused. The thought of taking cock in all my holes, in contrast, left me feeling needy and aroused.

Hunter stood up to make room and filled the glasses on the table. Duane and Little Bill already had switched places; Little Bill’s dick, if not up to his namesake’s standard, was more than enough to make my mouth water. When Big Bill pulled me off his magnificent rod, I sagged sideways and engulfed Little Bill’s prick between my lips.

“Bottoms up!” I heard somebody say, followed by the clinking of glasses. A moment later, I felt something smooth and hard push into my loosened asshole. I had time to realize it was the bottle and then the whole room started spinning. The next several hours were a patchwork haze.

I stood in front of a stone-faced Jenny, with my vest hanging open and my skirt around my waist, trying to sign the receipt while Hunter fucked me from behind. I couldn’t help giggling when the manager started yelling at her for letting things get so far.

I remembered the feel of the still-hot asphalt on my butt when I fell over with a mouthful of the manager’s spunk after blowing him outside the kitchen entrance.

I couldn’t explain how they made it work, but I wriggled in ecstasy when the four of them quadruple-penetrated me in the bed of some pickup. I remembered watching Big Bill bring the owner over between my spread legs so I could make things right.

When I reached the point where I could string two coherent thoughts together, it was very late, the parking lot was nearly empty, and the feel of my body told me a lot more men than just the few I recalled had sampled me. My panties were long gone, but I’d picked up a Bad Hoss hat like the strippers wore.

“You’re gonna give me that contract,” I told Big Bill in my most businesslike voice, and then spoiled the effect by vomiting up a load of semen on the curb beside me.

He looked down at me while he finished tucking his shirt into his waistband. “You’ve gotta lot of spunk, Linnea, I’ll give you that.” He shrugged. “Okay; Len can wait a year for his trip to Hawaii.”

I blinked, not ready to have victory come so easily. “Thanks.” Stacey’s suggestion had worked, after all!

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this carries on from my first story…. hope you like it

When I met the person that I wanted to spend my life with I never expected that it would be before I left school, someone older, who was married and least of all a woman. When I left England with my mother at the age of 16 to live in Italy in an attempt to help me with the problems I acquired when my parents divorced. I never thought it would be the best decision of my life.

I had spent only a few hours in the care of nurse Kate after getting stoned on the roof of my new school an hour before playing field hockey and ending up in the nurses office but I was in love from the second I laid my eyes on her and to my surprise she felt the same for me. Only problem was she was married and only minutes after she had finished fucking me her husband turned up.

The door opened and I waited for the man who was married to the woman I had fallen in love with to walk into the room. Three seconds felt like a life time and I half wanted to get out of the bed even in my naked state and make him move faster. Finally a tall figure entered the room but he was not what I expected him to be. Yes I expected him to be tall but he was not a male model like I thought he would be, far from it. He was just a tall balding man, he was thin and looked like he was about 50 years old. When he walked into the room he took a quick glance around but did not make eye contact with me but that might have been due to the fact I was trying to pretend to be asleep and I was not doing a very good job staring at him with a shocked expression on my face. He was now looking to Kate and speaking to her in Italian his voice sounded strong like a business mans would sound when addressing potential clients in a business meeting. Their conversation did not last long after he kissed her on the cheek he left closing the door behind him. I laid there with now a look of confusion on my face. I could not understand what has just transpired they didn’t act much like a married couple or at least none I had ever seen. I stared at my lover as she walked over to me with a look that made my confusion increase. “is he coming back?” I asked trying to control my voice. “no, he is going on a business trip and came to say bye to me” the look on her face changed and now she was smiling “he is going to be away for 5 weeks” she took my hand and kissed the palm all the while staring me in the eyes “what is the matter?” she asked when she saw that my face had not changed from its confused expression. I took a deep breath because even her kissing the palm of my hand sent my pulse racing. “that is your husband? I don’t get it……. He’s old……. And bald and cold……. And you…. You are warm, beautiful and most defiantly not old!!” she looked at me now with sorrow in her eyes her hand still holding mine dropped into the lap and her eyes glazed over as she began to speak “Yes that is my husband but we are not married because of love but because he wanted to…” she paused to search for the right word “collect me. He likes possessions and my father was his client and offered me to him as part of a deal. He does not like me working but it is the one thing I told him I would never give up. I do not love him and he only desires that I belong to no one but him” with tears in her eyes she snapped out of her glazed state and looked at me in the eyes “you are young, you are yet to discover the worlds true nature but know this I never belonged to him because he did not have my heart and I did not know I could feel for someone before even speaking to them but you could possibly hold my heart” without saying a word I grabbed her and pulled her so she was laying on the bed cradled in my arms and that is where she stayed until the morning.

Two days later: it was Friday night and I had told my mother I was going to a friends house and would be spending the weekend as a bonding experience. It was not lie as such I was going to be spending the weekend with a friend except that friend was Nurse Kate and the bonding was going to be sex related activities. I spent two hours looking for the right thing to wear and packed a bag even though I didn’t think I would need anything that was in it. I ran down the stairs shouting my good byes as I threw myself out the door and to the end of the road where Nurse Kate was waiting for me in her car. I opened the door and jumped in landing head first into her lap she smiled “you know you are going to do yourself another injury if you keep doing that” I looked at her with a huge smile on my face “sorry…. Nurse Kate” she rolled her eyes lifted my head and kissed me softly on the lips “do you not think we are a little beyond the “nurse” formalities please baby don’t be so formal at least when we are alone” I sat up closed the car door “yes….. Kate” and with that we set off in the car.

We pulled up to an apartment building and made our way through the lobby and up to the 8th floor to where the doors opened up in front of her apartment in silence she opened the door and ushered me inside and closed the door behind us. “Emma?” I turned to look at but before I could say a word her lips met mine with a surge of passion her hands gripping my face tight. I dropped my bag and wrapped my arms round her pulling myself into her, my heart beating out of my chest. She span me around and pushed me up against the door I let out a moan and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I started to unbutton her trousers but she took hold of my hands and forced them against the door. She used her right leg to part my legs and then rub her knee against my extremely wet pussy and I moaned again this time louder. Kate released my hands, took my bottom lip between her teeth and let out a sexy little growl before then pushing away “let me show you my home” she said turning and walking away from me. I stood there unable to walk my legs feeling like jelly, my head felt dizzy and my heart was beating so hard I thought even the people in the street would be able to hear it. I took a deep breath and my legs felt a little less like jelly and I stumbled across the floor after her I could not really make out anything in the room and I hit my leg off the table. I decided I was not moving until I could at least take in the room and I laid on the floor. Kate turned around marched over to me and held out her hand to help me up in the dim light of the room I could make out her beautiful full lips and her hair draped over her shoulders. I took her hand and then pulled her on top of me “I’m not going anywhere right now and neither are you!” she smiled straddled me and began removing her top.

The next morning when I woke up in the middle of possibly the most comfortable bed I had ever slept on. I rolled over to find Kate still asleep and my heart started to pound hard. She was pretty worn out but we had very little time together and I wanted her. The night before we spent all our time between rolling around on the floor passionately kissing and generally just touching every part of each others body apart from where we both really wanted to touch each other talking about everything. Proving to each other that it was not just about sex and now I wanted to be so close her and be so far in her that we became one person. I softly began kissing her shoulder. I moved her curled hair out of the way and softly kissed her neck. My hand moved from being round her waist and began rubbing her outer thigh just the once before moving to her inner thigh. She let out a little moan and rolled over to face me, her eyes blinking fast as if trying to focus on my face she smiled and I took her smile as approval to continue with what I wanted to do. I took my hand which was resting now on her outer thigh and pulled her leg so it was wrapped around me, this was going to be the first time I had fucked her and I was going to show her that though I had never done it before that I was a very fast learner. With her leg round me I moved my hand round her butt cheeks and quickly located her clit. I could feel she was already starting to get wet and that was making my heart beat faster. She was still half asleep but that was about to change. Once I found her clit I softly started rubbing it, slowly. She closed her eyes, bit her beautiful full bottom lip and let out a cute little moan. Then I pushed hard and her eyes flew open she didn’t even think as she grabbed the back of my neck and began to kiss me wildly her hand moved to my back, digging her fingers into my shoulder blade I moaned loudly and winced as it was really painful she noticed and let go “opps” she giggled. My finger moved slowly to her pussy lips and I slipped easily between them. She was so wet now that I couldn’t believe that I was capable of making her like that. I pushed two fingers inside her and she clung to them. Her tight pussy felt amazing and so warm. I wiggled my fingers inside her and she responded by moaning and trusting so my fingers went deeper. I rolled so I was now on top of her and her leg was over my shoulder so I didn’t have to remove my fingers. I began to kiss down her body as my fingers played inside of her tight pussy, down her neck and I placed her hard nipple in my mouth sucking and nibbling it. She began to moan loud and she started trying to grab the sheets. She began to get extremely tight round my finger and she felt hot all of a sudden her moaning turned into almost screams and she started to push her arse into the air. Her muscles started to react violently around my fingers and then it was over. Kate collapsed back onto the bed she was breathing heavily. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her pussy as I did so she shuddered and let out a high pitched moan. I looked up to find her staring at me. I crawled up the bed to her head and kissed her softly for a second and just as I was pulling away her arms wrapped around my neck and forced me to stay. I didn’t argue and we kissed for what seemed like forever. She finally let me go “I love you” she whispered as she stared into my eyes as I repositioned myself on the bed. “I love you too” I replied tears welling in my eyes.

Around noon Kate fell back to sleep and I got up and went into the shower. The shower was massive and could easily fit 5 people in comfortably. I finished my shower and put on Kate’s dressing gown and wandered into the kitchen to make something to eat. I planned on making Kate something to eat because when she woke up I was positive she would be just as hungry as I was. I opened the ridiculously large fridge and found it packed full of food. I pulled out some eggs, butter, tomatoes and some leeks for one of my favourite foods scrambled egg with leek and tomato….. Not all that inventive but it is extremely nice. I took enough out to feed ten and started to prepare it. I cut the leeks and tomatoes and lightly whisked the eggs. melted the butter and added the leeks to cook slowly. I had just finished cooking and was reaching up for some bowls when an arm went around my waist and pulled me close. I turned my head to see Kate as her other arm reached and grabbed the bowls. She kissed me “I wanted to cook for you” I said as I tried to resist the urge to spin around and start kissing her more passionately. She smiled “good I appear to have acquired quite an appetite“ and she winked. She lat go of me and got some forks and I dished up the food.

Sunday night came all too quickly and when she dropped me off at the end of the street she looked at me “I love you” she said as went in to kiss her goodbye “I love you too” I got out of the car and shut the door I walked down the street to my house and went inside all of a sudden my phone began vibrating. I had gotten a text message……. It was from Kate and it read “when you come see me tomorrow I wont be wearing any underwear and remember to be formal…….. XXX K” I smiled and decided that school tomorrow might not be all that bad.

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Claire’s relucant work at the woman-demeaning organisation “Titcage” has gradually changed her into a degraded slut.

Chapter 31
PORN PARTY

Friday night was the porn party Claire had scheduled. She had only just got off the plane that afternoon, her body soaked in sweat, her pussy dripping, and a sheen of semen still shining on her tits. When she stepped into the house, she immediately got a pussy spanking from her father, and like the slut she was, Claire orgasmed. This time she got a surprise; her father leaned down and kissed her on the mouth as she came, and Clair found herself moaning her ecstasy into her father’s open mouth. Something strange happened to her, and her orgasm went strange on her, and then another one hit right after the first.

Her father made no comment after breaking lip contact; he let Claire stagger away to get ready for her party. Claire didn’t know what had happened or why her father kissing her had made her orgasm twice. She just washed herself off, and dressed herself. She wasn’t sure what to wear – it had to be slutty, but everyone that was coming had already seen her naked and most of them had fucked her. Did it matter what she wore? She settled on a cute bra with no shirt over the top, and a short pleated skirt with no panties.

The guests soon arrived – Kitten came first, wearing nothing but panties, having heard about the party from Claire over the last week. Steph arrived home from work a little after. She hadn’t known about the party but at Claire’s suggestion she ran upstairs and got changed into a cute shirt and top. Amy and Elena came next, Elena on a leash held by Amy. Neither of these two bitches looked Claire in the eyes, obviously remembering how they had been raped on Claire’s suggestion. But both of them had showed up anyway. Claire wasn’t sure if it was because they were worried about being blackmailed with photos of the rape party, or whether they just actually wanted to come despite themselves. She didn’t ask.

She had some time to chat with the girls. Amy and Elena were both upset about the new laws. Neither were very busty and both were going to take a pay cut as a result. In addition, both had been told they would have their tits photographed once a week at work from now on, and both were scared of this. Claire made no mention of her part in the laws, and only said that having your tits photographed at work wasn’t as bad as it might seem. Kitten suggested that Elena and Amy should both get breast enhancements so that they would be less useless and could be paid more, and mentioned that she herself would need a boob job soon.

The boys turned up later. Jace and Chris and Ben and Emmett. They all complimented Claire on her clothes. Claire explained that she felt like “the slut she was” when wearing these. She hugged each of the boys and tongue kissed them, and then Kitten did the same All of them had an erection, or developed one while being kissed.

As the boys sat down, Claire went to get drinks for everyone. She took the time to hold Steph and Kitten and Elena and Amy’s drinks under her pussy and piss into each of them a little, using a spoon to stir the urine through the mix of whiskey and cola she was bringing them. She pissed into her own too. She found she preferred the taste now.

When she came back into the lounge, Claire distributed the drinks, and then suggested that Elena and Amy “get comfortable” by taking off some of their clothes. The girls looked at the boys, a fearful expression on their face, and saw the males were obviously eager for the bitches to strip. Both sluts obediently stripped down to their underwear. At a gesture from the boys, they also moved to sit between the males, Elena snuggled between Ben and Emmett, Amy between Jace and Chris. Kitten sat directly on Chris’ lap. Steph removed her top without prompting, exposing a pretty lace bra, and then, while Claire and Kitten looked at her disapprovingly, she slid her panties down from under her skirt as well, blushing all the while. She sat by herself on a nearby chair.

Michael had helped Claire find appropriate movies to watch, as Claire had obviously been too busy sucking politician cock all week to properly prepare for the party. The first disc she put on was called “Crying Sluts”, and it featured a parade of girls being slapped, punched, and then raped on camera while they whined and bawled. Claire curled up next to Ben as the movie started and put her head in his lap. As the first girls appeared on screen, Claire extracted Ben’s dick from his pants and started to suck on it happily.

By the time the first movie finished, Claire had swallowed a full load of Ben’s cum and piss, and the boys had got both Amy and Elena completely nude. Jace’s hand was buried to the knuckle in Amy’s pussy, pumping slowly, and Amy was crying a little. Kitten was nude and had Chris’ cock in her pussy as she sat on his lap. Claire got up to change the disc and put on “Red Udders”, a compilation that focused on whipping and slapping of girl’s breasts, interspersed with titfucks and men cumming and pissing on the fuckbags of sluts.

Claire’s father came in during this disc. He said nothing, just sat down on the couch. He reached out and pulled sharply on Kitten’s hair; Kitten got up, knelt in front of Claire’s father, took out his cock, and started to obediently suck on it while he watched the film. Claire looked across to Steph and saw that she was trying to surreptitiously rub her pussy while watching the film. Claire didn’t know why she and her sister both seemed to find this compilation of abuse arousing; she guessed it was the work of her earbuds. In any case she was glad it made her wet, as that was one of her Titcage rank requirements.

Halfway through the video Emmett got up and grabbed Steph. He pulled the struggling girl down and pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged and wiggled, but he held firm until she started obediently sucking. Jace, meanwhile, had Amy on all fours facing the TV, and was fucking his cock in and out of her pussy. Ben took a hint and did the same with Elena, while Claire made her pussy available to Chris.

By the time Red Udders was finished all the men had cum, and were sighing happily to themselves. At Claire’s suggestion, Amy and Elena licked each others’ cunts clean, as did Steph and Kitten. Claire cleaned up her own cunt with her hand, transferring the cum in it to her mouth. The boys once again took photos of the abused girls while this happened.

Afterwards everyone went home except for Kitten, who predictably was staying to sleep in Claire’s father’s bed and, presumably, fuck him. But first their father had some words for Claire and Steph.

“After tonight,” he said, “it’s pretty clear you two girls are unredeemable sluts. No nice girl would watch the things you watched tonight, and they certainly wouldn’t get wet. They wouldn’t let their friends fuck them in public and they wouldn’t lick the twats of other girls. I have been talking with people at your work about this and they have recommended the following setup.”

He led the girls to their room. Claire immediately noticed there were new television sets set up on either side of the bed. Her father turned them on. They immediately began playing looping video of Claire and Steph, from the cameras in the house and other places. It was the video on Claire’s website.

“These will run all night long, every night,” her father said, “to remind you what sort of whores you are. And you’ll sleep in a special arrangement.”

He buckled each girl’s Titcage collar around their neck. Then he got the two naked sisters to lie on the bed in a 69 arrangement, Claire’s head at the bottom of the bed and Steph’s at the top. He brought out handcuffs, and cuffed each girl’s hands behind their back. Then he brought out a series of fine chains. The first set had thick plastic clamps at each end. These, it turned out, went on the girls’ nipples. The chains connected Steph’s left nipple to Claire’s right, and vice versa. The clamps themselves turned out to both bite painfully into the girls’ tits, but also vibrate distractingly.

The next chains were much shorter, and went from Claire’s collar to Steph’s clit ring, and Steph’s clit ring to Claire’s collar. The arrangement meant that, at most, Claire could keep her face about two inches from Steph’s wet, dripping cunt. The smell was overpowering and almost made Claire orgasm on the spot. She could feel her sister’s breath against her own twat.

“Like that?” her father said. “Of course you do, you whores. But the point isn’t to train you to get sluttier, it’s to train you out of it. Which is why we have this.” And he took out an opened can of dogfood. Without a word, he began to scoop slimy, smelly chunks of meat out of the can and push it into Steph’s vagina. Soon Steph’s cunt was fully of disgusting dog food. Then he did the same to Claire’s cunt. Claire felt the cold, wet pet food being shoved up her fuckhole and moaned sluttily.

“There you go,” he said. “Hopefully that will train you off the taste of cunt. But if it doesn’t, at least you can be learning to eat dog food like the bitch whores you are.”

With that, he took Kitten from the room, and turned off the lights behind him, leaving them uncovered on the bed, in the dark, with the door open. The clamps on their nipples buzzing away were the only sounds in the dark. The only light was from the TVs, which showed Claire and Steph being fucked and raped, and kissing each other naked in the mornings.

And then Claire felt Steph’s mouth at her cunt. Her sister was licking her pussy. She was sticking her tongue into Claire’s beaver and fishing out the chunks of dog food. The thought drove Claire wild. She orgasmed yet again, spasming her twat against her sister’s face, and then went to work on her sister’s pussy, licking her wet snatch and eating the dog food as her sister’s cunt muscles slowly pushed it out into Claire’s waiting mouth.

(To be continued…)

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